Soup for Breakfast


It was at the crack of dawn
that I recalled much of
last night's soup was left over
in the pot and I suddenly
craved it as the sky was alight
as a pale almond rose and the
blades of grass stood up as
a million erections bearded
with precisely allocated pearls
of white dew. I stumbled toward
the soup and tossed the cold pot
on the stove, stirred the cream
of mushroom soup with leeks and
a half of stick of butter added
for good measure. " How nice
it would be to take a walk
now through that bearded grass,"
I thought as the soup warmed
with that groaning noise as the
burner heats the cold steel pot.
"How nice it would be to
take a walk." I thought and
shook bulky Kosher salt crystals
into the palm of my hand to
toss into the soup clapping my
hands then licking off the
clinging crystals before
shaking the remainder into the
sink with a flourish mimicking
some Semitic tradition. A dash
of salt. Always a dash of salt. A
dash for the soup, a dash to
taste and a dash for Abraham.
The soup started to bubble and
I stirred the odoriferous stuff then
ladled out a neat steaming bowl.
I sank into the LaZBoy in a perfect
posture to spoon the soup toward
my face. I saw the sky now
blushing as a pink rose. "How nice
it would be to take a walk now,
through that eloquent dew."
I sipped the hot soup satiated
with the warmth and luxury.
A few more spoons of soup
were consumed before I started
to drink the soup out of the
bowl slowly and deliberately
as if following a religious ritual.
Again I looked at the sky and
the grass. "How nice it would
be to take a walk. How nice it
would be, " I thought. The
bowl was nearly empty with
a few sweet slices of leek laying
in the dregs. I devoured the
savory leeks then went and
ladled myself another bowl
of steaming soup. I sank into
the LaZBoy cupping the hot
bowl of soup in my hands.
Delicately I sipped the lightly
salted soup from the bowl and
did not look at the sky.




Poetry by Peter J. Kautsky
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Written on 2008-04-27 at 04:11

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Those times of hunger where we need the solace of food -

Elle x
2008-04-27


Kathy Lockhart
I do enjoy reading your work. I get so involved and easily lost in your words. You create such imagery that all my senses become alive. applauds
2008-04-27


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
I am not a soup man Peter but you made my mouth water with this culinary delight well done rgds Mike
2008-04-27