Free verse № 21781
Comfort Food
A being can crawl into a kreplach
Or expand within a stuffed shell
Fists clenched, rageless.
Blintz bliss in a girdle of papery crepe -
A snug lumpia in hand
Softens a beast in the body.
A vessel, full filled, becomes
Pillows for smallest children,
Vital hugs, dumplings.
A breast, a pierogi
Embraced by slender
Rinds of vellum and pulp.
To be or to ravioli,
The pot stickers
Have answers, have nature.
12 comments
Lake Michigan has no teethable delights ,but can render spirit same. And leaves behind gravity monsters as well.8 Having fun?
imagery is repellant, brings to mind eating disorders, perhaps that was the intention of the poet, no matter a poem takes on a life of its own once it is born. Smooth blending of imagery, I don't know what to make of the, hmm, old world nature of the foods mentioned...
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