creamy roads on my soup
create an illusion of well being-
rains pour down my cheeks
rivulets of rain
go down the muddy drain
as soup keeps me sane
sanity has a price I think,
demolishing the creamy roads
as I eat the rice in soup
fork is completely useless
to trudge through those roads
I lick the spoon spotless
if I should die now
think only this of me-
she loved rich soups!
I'm sure you'll be remembered for other things, but thanks for the food fun memory.
ReplyDeleteBrought smile on my face though you talk of death!
ReplyDeleteIt says you will live long to give such rich creamy treat to mind and heart.
As a child I used to love playing with those creamy roads on the soup's surface! Loved creating swirls within swirls! Enjoyed how you connected all three prompts within a bowl of soup!
ReplyDeleteThat's true and wonderful poetry.. howmany can really lick the spoon spotless.. great to see your passion for life..and the way you put it..and thanks for the prompt that made me write something very close to my heart...
ReplyDeleteA great analogy here.
ReplyDeleteSometimes something as simple as soup can keep us sane. A warm reminder on a rainy day. I like the imagery in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThat illusion can make even the creamiest of soups (experiences) hard to swallow. Thanks for this, Gautami
ReplyDeleteThe older I get, the more I wish I had a spoon instead of a fork, lol. I love this poem - funny!
ReplyDeleteI too, prefer eating with a spoon, out of a bowl. But, my bowl isn't necessarily healthy. However, I am also driven to lick that spoon spotless, but it could definitely lead to an end of me. And no, I ain't telling, so don't ask.
ReplyDeleteObviously loved this poem, the humor and lovely light touch that ends in death. Reality always creeps in. Good thing, that.
great fun. Lovely soup.
ReplyDeletein the end i had to chuckle out loud. Fun piece.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem , great ending!
ReplyDeletei like this adventure of life's experiences.. along different paths rain or shine... i had to laugh at that last line...very good...
ReplyDeletea lovely rendition Gautami...
ReplyDeletei love these lines:
"if I should die now
think only this of me-
she loved rich soups!"
Gautami, a great marriage of the road and one of my favorite foods... for me, I saw shrimp bisque. Memory poems are the best, and yours is very tasty indeed! Amy
ReplyDeletegreat take on the prompt - love the playfulness of your imagery :)
ReplyDeletepeace,
JP/deb
Cleverly done -
ReplyDeleteIn my younger years I had a girl friend that believed a creamy soup on a cold rainy night was as close to heaven as you could get on this earth.
ReplyDeleteYou have me craving a rich creamy soup on a hundred degree day. Thanks for the smile.
ReplyDeletethose roads are amazing ...love it!
ReplyDeleteVery cleverly done, indeed! You got a lot going on here, and I think it came together wonderfully.
ReplyDeleteindeed, soups keep sanity. something about the forced measured slowness of it all. it creates a calming a ritual.
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