But not just plain candy
Chocolate bonbon words
So soft, smooth, sweet
Delectable, delightful, delicious
Like eating a smile
Then becoming one
Becoming one
Then I looked at my suffering crazy world
I tried to write words of bitter medicine
Not an ointment or pill
But foul tasting
Dark liquid
That burns as it oozes
Down sick throats
That need to swallow
What's good for us
I found I have no recipe
For certainty of words
Now I wish I could just write
Jumbled words of dark and light
A casserole of comfort
Made from mystifying spicy layers
Of scrumptious or unappetizing flavors
Consumed by those hungry
A casserole of comfort for those hungry for peace. Exactly. You have found the perfect words, my friend.
ReplyDelete"Like eating a smile"
ReplyDeleteI like this!
It is hard to write about the world. I am famished for the taste of peace.
I love how you weave the words with food, especially...
ReplyDelete'Delectable, delightful, delicious
Like eating a smile'
Sadly there are two types of people on Earth those that love money and power and those that love peace and happiness. I know the ones that like casseroles!
ReplyDeleteI'll take that last serving "to go" please.
ReplyDelete"...For the taste of peace".
ZQ
Made from mystifying spicy layers
ReplyDeleteOf scrumptious or unappetizing flavors
Consumed by those hungry
For the taste of peace
Some decisions will impact adversely and are unpalatable to their agenda that the peace agenda get sidelined.
Hank
I have no recipe for certainty of words either. We do need a casserole of comfort, but where oh where will it be found?
ReplyDeleteI wish you could find the recipe for that casserole of comfort, to feed those who are hungry for a taste of peace.May it someday be so...
ReplyDeleteWonderful wordplay in this. An inspired and unique 'take' on life's uncertainty. An awesome piece of writing, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteWow. It just got better and better from line to line. My favourite from you so far
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
great piece of writing!
ReplyDeletenow the problem is, even with a recipe, the dish may turn out all differently.
The right words are mental and spiritual comfort food.
ReplyDeleteOK I am very superficial so I am going for the chocolate bon bon delectable delightful and delicious . I don't necessarily want to become one but I would like one permanently ,on tap,with conditions (no talking)...just eye candy:)
ReplyDeleteYou speak of a recipe, worth it's weight in gold. If we don't know what it is, or how to get it, how will we every get it? "Peace" is so illusive?
ReplyDeleteThat was fun! I especially love the last stanza that brought it all together like a cherry on top.
ReplyDeleteSometimes when we try to write, the words have their way with us, instead of us having our way with them. Did that happen as you wrote this poem?
ReplyDeleteIt rings very true. I love the taste motif.
ReplyDeleteI wonder often about why poets write--about why I do it--thoughty piece!
ReplyDeleteSigh... I have no recipe for certainty of words either.. Beautifully evocative write, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteOh that we could find a recipe Myrna - maybe one day...
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I'd love to join you for that casserole!
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