Stewing (Mid-Chew)
A poetry entry in the Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge
Hand to mouth, I cannot wait, the casserole looks delicious
An impatient pop into my mouth
Sizeable meat and potato morsels drenched in gravy
OUCH- it's piping hot
Mid-chew, I bite my tongue
Huh, I seem to do that a lot these days
Bite my tongue that is
Never hungry enough to get to the heart of any matter
Never adding spice or flavor to a situation when called for
Never sharing ideas I've cooked up
Always accepting leftovers instead
It appears I ignore chomping at the bit, favoring stewing
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Author's Note: My entry plays on words related to stew. Happy eating, I mean reading!
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poetry is my first love of writing and will always be. My debut Jungian-themed chapbook, Shadow's Reprieve, is available now on Amazon.
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