Kitchen Sense
by Patricia Fritsche | Not just the blushing embers hacking
from the iron belly contraption,
or the scent of communion brewing
from the ceramic tea kettle,
an animal lover's configuration;
the smell of orange pekoe
to be exact.
Permeation in the performance
of cloves, this anesthesia charming my flesh
cinnamon sticks rubbed together giving birth, and recognition
to the apple strudel, aromatherapy.
Perfume imprisoned in the room.
Stomach dictating loosing control.
Up all night make it right
a haunting mediocrity
a half-eaten meal neurosis.
The purpose did not
evaporate by charred seats of sugar cookies
a flour storm ransacked the space!
Total emotion
overridden by time's direction
the feeling inspired by the experience,
to revere the core of existence
an unconditional need.
What was worth
recollecting influencing my "wild life calendar". | Patricia Fritsche
Copyright © 1997
Listed 08/25/2005 |
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