Monday, October 29, 2007

Empty Bowl, Filled Soul

Tomato, Potato
wet gooey slop
goopy, droopy

It drips while my lips sip
slurp, slurp, slurp
gulp

My soup is potato
yours is not
My soup is chicken
yours is hot
My soup smells soft
yours cures a cough

Sweet Smelling
Warming Waterfall
Comforts the Soul
Crackers by the side
toasty crunches moistened to the taste
Crunchy warm waterfall
descending down the throat
covering my tummy with a creamy coat.

1 comment:

Inga said...

Fantastic Title! I want some Campbell's right now instead of the untoasted bagel I just ate for lunch! I love how you capture beauty with your descriptive, fun language. Why so little punctuation? Is it the slipperiness of the soup?