Sunday, September 9, 2012

Omelette


R.A.D. Stainforth rustles up an omelette...

They tumble

with a flick of the wrist,
strut bulbous, sensitive.

A strand of hair falls over my face,
eyes shut, I lose equilibrium,
whisk fork-wild.

Body language is the key
to make it delicious,
it doesn't matter
if the shell breaks free.

Accept texture,
savor the mystery

it might just be
a bit of random nails,
luxurious in the process.


tk/September 2012


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image: Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger

55 comments:

  1. Do it with love, baby...that's the secret in the sauce :)

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  2. Yes, it's how we carry all those random nails! Attractive is abstract!

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  3. I love your rhyme in "wrist" and "sensitive."

    This is amazing; definitely my favorite part:
    "eyes shut, I lose equilibrium,
    whisk fork-wild"

    Phenomenal ending.

    Do you see the two heads of black hair and what exactly is being eaten for breakfast, while the pot simmers on the stove in the forefront?

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    1. Thanks flipside...something yummy is definitely being eaten for breakfast...

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    2. Oh, and your opening line was excellent, making it clear from the beginning exactly what kind of "eggs" you are mixing together. Brilliant word play with "if the shell breaks free." That is when the experience is the best, isn't it?

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  4. An airy confection Tess, delicious in so many ways.

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  5. lovely omelette, its gonna be!!! nice write, Tess!

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  6. Wonderful, Tess. The second stanza I find especially strong...

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  7. body language is key to make it delicious...ha. i like that bit there....and whisk fork wild....fun write tess...

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  8. You might even augment the experience with a little Spanish, Western or French flair, perhaps even Thai one on... it would only make the flavor of this exciting poem a little more delicious! Thanks for sharing this, Tess!

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  9. You say it all so well! Breakfast in bed.

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  10. whisk fork wild~ absolutely! Throw in a few chiles with the cheese!
    Arriba!

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  11. That's prety awesome! A delight to the senses..........

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  12. The second stanza struck me as particularly appropriate! thanks.

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  13. I love omelettes, and the omelette poem as well :-)

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  14. "Whisk fork wild", "savor the mystery"....I LOVE how you weave words!

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  15. delightful read and sound like a lovely breakfast

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  16. It's better when the shell breaks free! Delicious, a breakfast to be eaten anytime at all!

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  17. you made me look at breakfast in a new light brilliant

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  18. You write with total abandon and I love it!!!

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  19. They tumblewith a flick of the wrist....
    ... I lose equilibrium,
    whisk fork-wild....
    Body language is the key
    to make it delicious...

    There are lots of movements here,Tess! Enjoying the preparing even before the eating. Reminds me of the acrobatics of the Japanese chefs tossing and turning their knives and fork mid-air. We enjoy the fun of watching which whets the appetite. Wonderful write!

    Hank

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  20. Hmmm - I love the idea of savoring texture only the random nails were a bit disturbing! The nuts and bolts of process! k.

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  21. I'm trying to figure out if you're scrambling your eggs or tossing your salad here... 8-)

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  22. Hmm, feels more like baking a delicious cake to me !

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  23. oh the dance of making breakfast

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  24. You do realize I will be viewing my breakfast from here on out in such a new and vibrant light, right!

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  25. Are you quite sure you wrote about breakfast? LOL

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  26. Oh! Whisk fork-wild. I like that!
    Love all the movements in this.
    Deliciously written
    Rick

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  27. tasty indeed....thanks for sharing this Tess

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  28. "Accept texture"

    i love this advice, tess. it's direct and unusual. and isn't texture part of color.

    and tess, you crack me up by where you find sensual :^)

    love
    kj

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  29. The whole of it was as an egg a solid yolk yet fluid with protective white all about, i saw it and see it

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  30. Ah you could whisk me up an omelette - fork-wild od course - any time Tess.

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  31. A little diamond of a poem.

    Body language is the key
    to make it delicious,

    This I loved!

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  32. This puts me right in front of the stove. I like.

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  33. What a sensuous omelette. I'm gonna try and make one.

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  34. Now I am hungry! Omelette is perfect for the mangled breakfast image! :-)

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  35. For want of the nail, an omelette... Tasty whisking.

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  36. Dear Tess: I love eating the broken shells in "Omelette" aka living dangerously~ Fun~!! Read with much eggacting egglocution by Ronaldo~

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  37. See what you made me do?
    Go and have a full English breakfast at three in the afternoon for the first time in my life.
    Sausage, egg, tomato, beans, french fries, mushroom and bacon. The lot. And very good it was too. Mind you, I then had to do 2 miles to walk it off again.
    This was ever such a good prompt. Thank you.

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  38. This guy!!! With the cigarette and the voice and the pausing... WIN. He is everything one of those guys should be.

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  39. At the flick of a wrist, a few pencil strokes, reflecting, more pencil. Superb!

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  40. Nothing like a sexy accented man to read your work. I'd lose equilibrium myself whisking ;).

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  41. nice write... the title caught my attention!

    JJRod'z

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  42. The beauty of poetry (and of the poet) is to capture a moment we might otherwise think quotidian and turn it into an extraordinary piece of writing. Your poem did that. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  43. TO me this poem fits the image. Cubism takes the eyes and the poem takes the ears to places in one's own mind that are unique to each individual. It is the distortions that accentuate the normal to a greater degree than the normal cam do for itself.
    Congrats too, Tess. You deserve your reward.

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  44. Wow. Sizzling! a good whisking is often the secret ;P

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― O. Henry (and me)