Crushed.
Pain.
Broken beyond repair.
A garlic cooking lesson:
cook a dish with a whole clove for a slight hint of garlic flavor
smash a bit of the side of the clove for a little stronger taste
chop into pieces
mince finely--the taste becomes stronger
crush in a garlic press for the strongest garlic taste
Experiences that jar and dent eventually fade into the realm of interesting life stories.
But to be crushed--
pieces of expectations lying in bitter shards---
Something new will be made from the ruins
Something not chosen but more pleasing.
The way a finely prepared meal
is more appealing
than a little lump of garlic.
13 comments:
I LOVE this my poet friend!!!! Great job! LOVE IT!
Wow... that's clever insight!
Great take on the prompt! Very nice indeed.
"But to be crushed--
pieces of expectations lying in bitter shards---
Something new will be made from the ruins
Something not chosen but more pleasing."
I really, really liked this.
Very well done, indeed! Nice take on the prompt... mmm, garlic...
What a great metaphore - very clever indeed.
Enjoyed that :)
Cool.
That was beautiful, absolutely the best entry I have come across.
Beautiful. One great post.
gautami
Painfully yours..
I got chills when I read this, nicely done!
I love the different levels of garlic flavor and the amount of "crush" involved. Nice poem.
OH, I love this! How this I miss this last week? This is a great take on the prompt crush. I know...i have been randomly visiting the Sunday Scribbling particpants because I'm always in a hurry. I'm glad I read this even though I'm a bit late :)
I love this post, Rena.:) The beauty of the human soul lies in its ability to rise from whatever pit it may have fallen into (or maybe "climb out" is more appropriate). Keep writing.:)
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