In My Mind's Eye
In my mind’s eye one final time
I taste the garlic and the lime
I watch the hands prepare the feast
And feel again that kitchen peace
I know again that you are fine
I close my eyes against their shine
Behind my lids I cross the line
The fine thin line with no surcease
In my mind’s eye
I hear you humming and the chime
I feel your heart in synch with mine
I beat back the grasp of the beast
With the intimacy of grease
You haven’t left and so we dine
In my mind’s eye
This is a Magpie Tale and a One Shot Wednesday poem. Please head over to those sites to read some other tales!
What a nice memory of moments spent in the kitchen together. Food and certain smells do hold strong memories!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI like the 'intimacy of grease" in the kitchen, the smell of garlic, the sound of humming and heart beats.
I'm impressed by the rhyming and by emphasis on the poem's location - "in my mind's eye".
So much of a home, a relationship, is spent in the kitchen. Nice memories.
ReplyDeleteNicely done...shared experiences...sweet memories. Vb
ReplyDeletegreat poem
ReplyDeleteNice Memories.
ReplyDeleteHi Dana - yes, I will certainly claim this for the Poetry Bus, though acknowledging its Magpie-ness too. A lovely rondeau with a beguiling undercurrent of sadness too.
ReplyDeleteOh, this makes me jealous!!!! I wanted to write a rondeau but couldn't pull it off, and here you have done it with such ease that it took me a minute to realize what I was reading. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteSo tender..what draws us together..always around food...
ReplyDeleteyou're pretty good at this.
ReplyDeleteKaren - it was actually pretty hard! I think I'm going to scan in my scribbling & post it on Saturday as one of my pictures of the day - it's a mess! For me the hard part is making the sentences seem natural - as if you would actually speak them - instead of forcing the rhyme - gah!
ReplyDeleteBut thanks for liking it - I'll probably try again sometime because I enjoyed the challenge.
I love your word play, Dana.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great contrast you set up, between your comforting memory and fighting back 'the beast'
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Bug, you can feel the memories being recreated as if they could skip time. Great one.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful moments!
ReplyDeleteI really like how we get so many ideas out of one photo. Everyone interpreting it differently.
viscous time
You did it!
ReplyDeleteThe rondeau was used to great effect - well done.
ReplyDeleteLovely evocative piece, a bit like garlic, delicious but can make the eyes water a little.
ReplyDeleteKitchens are where most of our memories are, I thought of my mum today cooking pancakes for my kids for pancake Tuesday.
What a delicious poem! And very touching. Caught my breath at the end.
ReplyDeleteamazing how time does not really erase that relationship... we just shift into another dimension...
ReplyDeleteenjoyed this very much!
ReplyDeleteit read like lyrics to me.
wonderful write!
thank you
beautifully done...lots wrapped up in those kitchens...i remember many times with my mom...
ReplyDeleteA touching memory piece.
ReplyDeleteSmells bring back memories like no other sense. This is very touching, Dana.
ReplyDeletethis made me sigh. lovely.
ReplyDeleteoh this was so nice...i loved..And feel again that kitchen peace... yes - could feel that kitchen peace in your words...
ReplyDeletewow you're good
ReplyDeleteso much that you can visualize so many sweet stories that could be re-enacted
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing with One Shot
Loved the rhythm and rhyme you used to describe this lovely image. :)
ReplyDeleteHere's my One Shot: Ode to Strength.
Tender memories, nicely prepared!
ReplyDeleteA very satisfactory rondeau.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely ... it can be interpreted with lover, parent, friend or child in mind.
ReplyDeleteI liked it so much.. thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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