Sunday 19 April 2009

slices of onions

it was a start of something
those furtive glances
over the plates of food
fingers meeting over slices of onions
tiny bites from each other plates
interchanging wine glasses
lingering over dessert
coffee tasted never so good
(I am a tea person!)
here I was dreaming it all, rose-hued.

in a moment all turned bitter
in one word, you turned to be a cad
wanting me to pay for the food

"to think I wanted to go dutch!"

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After I particapted in a 24 Hour Read-a-thon, I am too zapped to write anything good. This is what I offer today.



26 comments:

  1. A pleasantly neo-Victorian view of caddishness.

    Disjoint, perhaps, with modern views of women's rights and roles.

    It might also be a mild diminution of the word's escalated use as a sexual opportunist - "That cad, he never really loved me!"

    I do like the sliced onions, and all your other word-painted imagery.

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  2. Too funny! There are so many cads out there!

    You really paint a vivid picture here!

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  3. You sure made me laugh as I read about this (cad)...:)

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  4. Zapped or no, this was a great read. And made me smile!

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  5. Good one Guatami - thanks for a morning laugh.

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  6. Pretty good for a zapped poet! I love the food imagery and the twist at the end.

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  7. This was fun and refreshing Gautami - I enjoyed it...

    ...although I'm not certain onions are the ideal food over which to contemplate romance... ;)

    ...rob

    Come learn what I Will Not Forget

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  8. Oh, onions were the perfect allegory for this story - they can be either sweet or bitter!

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  9. onions are good....garlic better...and everything you write is goooooooooooood

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  10. ah! what a way to spoil something potentially special... LOL. well done

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  11. paying can be tricky! enjoyable poem.

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  12. So good, the onions hint at the possibility of some twist in the poem.

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  13. your words really draw one into the situation & evoke much emotion

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  14. and onion-breath to boot...I love this lol

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  15. Yes, it can just take one word for connection to be replaced by a gaping grand canyon. Enjoyed your poem.

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  16. Oh, this is good, and it fits in so well with the poems you have offered in the past.

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  17. You really paint a great picture here. And amusing!

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  18. this made me laugh out loud. and it tugs at a memory of my own. cads are really all too common.
    bravo.
    and thanks for the comment :)

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  19. Amazing how often this happens. ;) Fun read...

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  20. witty..
    normally, slices of onions make me cry :)

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  21. LOL I had to chuckle on this one! What a GREAT take on the prompt.

    http://lori102870.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-onesnapowrimo-19by-me.html

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  22. frito misto. mixed messages.
    you had me at the first bite!

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  23. Been there! Cads are timeless, universal. Well done.

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  24. Zapped or not Tami, you always write a well written poem. I love the end and your free verse.


    love, Melanie

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