Indigestion

I went to the kitchen
But could not
Prepare a tasty meal.

My guess is taste-buds
Need some hope.

I cannot smell joy on
Any wind
Or hear of musics beauty.

Hells handcarts are rattling by...
I'm back in the kitchen awaiting
Ingredients.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-20 at 01:13

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Nancy Sikora
So, while the recipe for happiness resides within, it cannot be created without the ingredients? This one can be interpreted many ways.
2011-01-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
So, you're saying you're not what you eat; you eat what you are? Well done, Linda.
2011-01-23