I Am A Dish Poem by Nomad Omnia
I Am A Dish
I am a dish
Best served re-heated
And enjoyed
tongue-in cheek.
Fresh from the oven
I was too hot, flavours
Not yet diffused,
Meat a little underdone
And sauce unperfected.
I would have burned your lips.
Still, I provided
Nourishment for some
Who supped
And were satisfied,
Seeking from me
The choicest morsels.
But not finding them all.
So if you find me
Cold, resting in the fridge of life,
You may not be too impressed
If you lift my lid and peer inside.
But if you warm me
Taste me,
Slowly stir me,
Add back a little
Of what was taken,
I will enfold you
In the aromas of desire,
And leave you breathless
With the taste of life.
i have to admit, I love left-overs and doggy bags....something about them that is satifsying...the re-tasting of new nuances, a chance to invent something new from the old and the appreciation of nourishment not wasted... and guess what, I love cold pizza!
An original mind is definately at work here. Ten, of course. Warm regards, Sandra
hmm...a very interesting dish! you're very creative...well done! :)
''Fresh from the oven I was too hot, flavours Not yet diffused, Meat a little underdone And sauce unperfected. I would have burned your lips.'' wonderful lyric poem..............10+++++
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4/28/2024 4:15:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, this dish is very much to my taste. (smile) Wonderful descriptions in here.