Simmering Cold

By THERESA GAYNORD

Wed, 13 May 2020
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Simmering Cold by Theresa C. Gaynord

 

Pad Kee Mao- Drunken Noodles, are a clever

way to your tongue. They do exactly what they

are intended to do, manipulate, kidnap your

senses, to a point where you don’t give a damn

about atoning for your sins,

 

because the fresh wild rice noodles, garlic, basil,

green beans, bell peppers, snow peas, tomatoes

and pineapples are enough to want to make you shake

hands with the Devil himself. There are moments

that are just as abundant with the flavor of time,

 

and that have you proceeding, without any choice

in the matter, almost like some sort of conspiracy

to happiness even if in the beginning you find yourself

indifferent to it. My heart can be held on consignment,

but I think about the possible outcomes,

 

and I understand perfectly that the payment can be

cold to touch, if all of the right ingredients aren’t

left to simmer and operate at their own accord. When

it’s right; it’s like a child warmly eating ice cream

in the middle of a snowstorm.

 

Certificate 18
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I like the metaphors for life in this poem. 

my heart can be held on consignment,

but I think about the possible outcome,

those lines sum your poem up.

I also like:-

When it's right, it's like a child warmly eating ice cream

in the middle of a snowstorm.

If the conditions are right, it means it's all about the timing...and so with life too, leaving you able to cope with just about anything life throws your way.

Nice one.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by THERESA GAYNORD on

Thanks so much for taking the time and energy to review my poem. I appreciate it. 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Wow! I loved this!

 

"manipulate, kidnap your senses...

 

There are moments

that are just as abundant with the flavor of time,

and that have you proceeding, without any choice

in the matter, almost like some sort of conspiracy

to happiness even if in the beginning you find yourself

indifferent to it."

I need to read your poem again as think I am not getting it fully, but the bit I DO  get reminds me of successful cookings which jolt me out of whichever ditch I happen to be in, amaze me with intense, fleeting and unrepeatable (for me, not being a great cook it tends to be happy accident) sensation

Really enjoyed, thankyou

 

Submitted by THERESA GAYNORD on

Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. I deeply appreciate it and your kind words.