Sunday Muse -- Things to Come?
The find
Steady hands that rainy morn
A precious find, liquid gold
Nothing sweet could be better
Lest it be a scrap of fish
First his tongue would rim the bowl
A sample of what to come
Nectar from the night before
Lovely ladies celebrate
Next would be his, feasting turn
Sample of their night before
Asparagus pickled beets
Filet mignon, Sauvignon
Dessert of dreams his small bowl
Tastiest find since he'd left
Sunday morning dumpster dive
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- Photo from Sunday Muse #164, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/06/sunday-muse-164.html?m=1
Labels: Eating, Fiction, Humor(?), Poem, Story, Story Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 6/12/2021 05:22:00 AM
9 comments
9 Comments:
A wonderful take on the image Jim! A lovely poem!
I do like filet mignon! Got a good lipid screen back yesterday, bring it on!
Love this, the subtle humour.
This was sensuous, and surprising - with a taunting wink. Very well written Jim!
I love these lines:
"Nothing sweet could be better
Lest it be a scrap of fish"
I also enjoyed your twist!
Surprised by the end & captivated by the images that came before.
Oh I love this and especially your unexpected ending. Your poetry is evolving and I am so enjoying the journey.
Love the twist from the moving wheel to the the move to an array of food choices. Messy may it seem to start with but it creates the appetite! Great word craft Dr Jim!
Hank
Lovely imagery. The last line is the truth of life.
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