Sallie Howson


Breakfast Without You - Poem by Sallie Howson

Breakfast was torture
Without you.
The kettle refused to boil,
The toaster burnt the bread
The milk curdled
At the sight of me
And the cat threw up on the bed.

Breakfast is torture
Without you.
Won’t you come back if I beg?
I promise to serve you
Your heart’s desire,
Sausages, bacon and egg.
And if that is pleasing to you
And the kitchen’s scrubbed up well
Won’t you make it a daily appointment
And put me out of this hell?


Comments about Breakfast Without You by Sallie Howson

  • Bronze Star - 2,466 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (4/8/2014 11:16:00 PM)

    A very heartfelt poem indeed...But sometimes it is best tto enjoy one's own company for a while...Wish you all the best... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Prashant Shaurya (12/16/2009 4:08:00 AM)

    yet another amazing poem with such vibrant use of literary devices...
    it just touched the deepest corners of my heart..
    love
    prashant (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Afzal Shauq (10/16/2009 4:21:00 AM)

    Breakfast was torture
    Without you.
    The kettle refused to boil,
    The toaster burnt the bread

    again a very heart touching and well written poem..well done 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Afzal Shauq (10/16/2009 4:20:00 AM)

    Breakfast was torture
    Without you.
    The kettle refused to boil,
    The toaster burnt the bread

    again a very heart touching and well written poem..well done 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Sid John Gardner. (7/30/2009 4:24:00 PM)

    Sorry Sallie but most can not stand my preference for a haggis and blackpudding sandwich between two toasted crust ends of a loaf followed by a pint of coffee so strong that you need a doctors prescription to drink it.
    Good breakfast conversationalist thought..Nice line in superlatives..
    Sid. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,760 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (12/11/2008 10:11:00 AM)

    A powerful poem that is loaded with lonliness. I like the concept of the appliances rebelling because of the absence of.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chukuemeka Akpe (10/22/2008 2:53:00 AM)

    'The milk curdled at the sight of you'...It so beautiful.
    The power of words! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chukuemeka Akpe (10/22/2008 2:52:00 AM)

    'The milk curdled at the sight of you'...It so beautiful.
    The power of words! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph S. Josephides (iosif S. Iosifidis) (9/22/2008 3:33:00 AM)

    Dear Sallie, thanks for the nice flow of your poetic verses...(it's parallel to my poem 'Your name') . You have convinced me to have a breakfast with you to talk how can we both escape from this hell, with a coffee or without. I give you a 10!
    I.love it! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ~ Jon London ~ (4/29/2008 11:47:00 PM)

    Hi Sallie, you have a poetic flow of words...that burst with a visual brilliance.

    great write..loved it! !

    all the very best

    Jon (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Paul Buttigieg (4/23/2008 4:14:00 AM)

    Hi Sallie,

    Just had to tell you that I have been reading more of your poetry.

    All I wish to say is that it is fantastic and I am constantly impressed by many of your very clever pictures that you paint with words.

    Regards Paolo (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (3/22/2008 3:48:00 AM)

    my breakfast is when i woke up in the morning..i felt alive and got the chance to live another day................no more hunger.......... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jemarie Ragudo (11/13/2007 1:41:00 AM)

    I can see the picture well. But, pain no matter how bitter, is temporary. If he wants to go, let him. He's not for you. Someone will come who will love you for your charm, not your culinary or janitorial expertise. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Paul Buttigieg (11/8/2007 2:18:00 AM)

    A great poem but a little subservient on the story side don't you think.

    The man haters will be crook on you...............just joking (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,333 Points Jerry Hughes (6/23/2007 2:01:00 AM)

    ...who for chrissake could or would refuse? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ivor Hogg (5/12/2007 7:20:00 PM)

    Breakfast alone never seems worth the effort does it
    I can relate to this all too well
    But I got a second chance hope you do too (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Careful with that dogma, my karma might hit it . (5/4/2007 5:01:00 AM)

    Poignant yet upbeat at the same time. Well it was in the way that I read it!
    Ez (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Francesca Johnson (5/2/2007 5:06:00 PM)

    Aw..... I hope he comes back. I empathise. My cooker blew up and now the microwave has died. They are missing my lover, too.

    PS Hope your cat has recovered.

    Love, Fran xxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011


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