Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger
thanks to tess kincaid at the mag for a very strange prompt. Here is my food driven breakfast inspired poem:
thanks to tess kincaid at the mag for a very strange prompt. Here is my food driven breakfast inspired poem:
You don't kid me,
Those are not eggs
I can see right through
Those wide jelly legs
And don't think I think
Your hair is jet black
served over easy
without much intact
Yes the setting is poor
for much atmosphere
Still I can still break the bread
But no, not the fear
When you pour me a coffee
served up strange and straight
I know you expect me
To reciprocate
And so I will:
See, I've brought you some scones
In case you forget
You're not really alone
love
kj
love
kj
Actually I like the writing a lot it meets the abstract nature of the picture right in the middle. That last verse where you are telling th one who made you breakfast brings it back from the surreal to the real.
ReplyDeleteas an aside THANK YOU kj I think things are working out in NB some now, but will call if we have to.
Mark, thank you, you're welcome, anytime :-)
Deleteha nice flow to this...and some fun along the way as well....there are some subtle nuances as well that strike a cord...the reciprocation...the strangeness of straight orange juice...smiles....the closure is tight on this as well...
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian. This was a wild prompt!
DeleteYes, well, um, this is interesting. I see the words, but somehow I've lost the flow.
ReplyDeletePoetry is sometimes too subtle for a Bear.
Dear mr rob- bear,
DeleteI so agree.
Just stick with me.
Sincerely
Emily rabbit
I like where you went with the prompt....nicely done
ReplyDeleteThank you and welcome, Wayne. We had to go somewhere for breakfast! :-)
DeleteCool prompt. The poem is really good. Fun and sweet at the same time.
ReplyDeleteaccommodation in albury
Thank you jan. fun and sweet keeps me out of trouble, until I fall into fun and tumble :-)
DeleteThis is a bit different for you but I like it.
ReplyDeleteWhat are you doing looking through jelly legs? ;P
xo
Lo♥
Bon jour ms lolololo,
DeleteThrough jelly legs
A donut begs.....
:-)
Yup I looked at the pot and wondered if it was coffee ( I like)
ReplyDeleteor light as in fuel lamp- you had fun with this! thanks.
Hi izzy, thanks for coming by again. I thought about a fuel lamp too!
Deletexoxo
kj
Your breakfast rhyme .. most tasty!!
ReplyDeleteThank you and welcome, Helen
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Well how fun was that!
ReplyDeleteBabs, if we were on vacation together I think we would write poems, paint and play with paper clay the whole time!
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:) I did not see that end coming, but I liked it!
ReplyDeleteAmy, I didn't see the end coming either but the poem was so meaningless fluffy tha t figured, why not pepper alittle hope on those non eggs? :-)
DeleteLove
kj
i'm so sorry i haven't visited in a while......like you, i'm working on a novel. but somehow blogging and working on a novel don't mix very well for me - like walking and chewing gum, can't do both.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful, kj. i think it's amazing that you could just spin these words, like golden threads, on the spot for a poetry contest.......ceaselessly amazing.
my heart melted when i saw the photo of chase.......yes, stella is looking down and very pleased. they would have gotten along famously. goddess bless her and your gorgeous new pup.
xoxo
I'm still pondering this one. And now I must run up and down the stairs to avoid developing wide jelly legs. **little lost right now** Deb
ReplyDeleteOver easy, charmingly so...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this one. I love the painting, it has really something to ponder on to. Very meaningful.
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