Sunday, 20 October 2013

balance it out

scented tentacles of alluring spices,
do they make your mouth water?

I have built a fence with bricks,
now I hide in that tastefully decorated
tasteless kitchen so that I won't cheat.

nothing is left for me-
everything tastes like gravel-
I seem to wallow in trash.

I precisely measure out portions-
that balance that you gifted to me
occupies a place of pride.

my cooking is an amalgam-
created in a vacant space,
with no spark in sight.

"no one notices the efforts of my dieting
yet when I die, I will weigh much less"

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Afterthought@10/21/13: This poem is NOT about me. I am definitely not into dieting.  I believe in keeping healthy by proper nutrition and exercising. I am posting couple of pictures of myself....
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36 comments:

  1. Kalpana Solsi20 October 2013 at 09:10

    when I die, I will weigh much less"

    Why bother after death, eat well, stay healthy.

    Plz . remove the word verfication

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  2. brenda w20 October 2013 at 10:44

    Hate diets, love your poem. Well done, Gautami.

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  3. Sabra Bowers20 October 2013 at 10:45

    I like the first line a lot. Interesting how these words took you to food and the kitchen. Well done.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky20 October 2013 at 11:18

    "I have built a fence with bricks" is a very striking line. I think I would have to toss the weight/balance equipment out, for its presence would mock me. Smiles.

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  5. Mishla M20 October 2013 at 11:42

    she eeks out her portions as well as joy.

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  6. S.E.Ingraham20 October 2013 at 12:43

    You must do what you deem necessary Gautami...those who will comment will continue to do so...

    Good poem with an interesting perspective using these words...and a haunting ending.

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  7. awakenedwords20 October 2013 at 12:45

    love the end quote, and I do hate dieting

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  8. daphnepurpus20 October 2013 at 14:04

    I too hate diets! And a haunting ending as S.E. Ingraham said. Nicely wordled!

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  9. irene20 October 2013 at 16:09

    Those last two lines are killer.

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  10. Sharp Little Pencil20 October 2013 at 20:20

    Gautami, love what you did with this Wordle, especially the kitchen and the emptiness conveyed.

    The part about weight loss was actually quite... weighty!! Amy

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  11. Sharp Little Pencil20 October 2013 at 20:21

    And hey, I understand about the spam problem. The only choice I have at Wordpress is moderation, which is a pain all its own... No worries! Amy

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  12. oldegg20 October 2013 at 22:42

    It is a mystery to me that we so admire individuality but some consider we should all look the same. There is a touch of sadness in this telling piece.

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  13. adamsmurphy21 October 2013 at 00:07

    The last two lines are the real "balance it out"... They haunt!

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  14. Robyn Greenhouse21 October 2013 at 05:14

    At least the kitchen was "tastefully decorated" even if the food had no taste!

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  15. TALON21 October 2013 at 08:13

    Sometimes I wish we came with little doors that opened directly into our souls...our shells are not US, they just get us from Point A to Point B in our lives.

    This was a heartfelt and touching poem. Just beautiful.

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  16. annell21 October 2013 at 08:20

    Very interesting...what about accepting yourself as you are? Just be healthy.

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  17. Gillena Cox21 October 2013 at 09:10

    luv the poem; luv the sari photo

    much love...

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  18. dsnake121 October 2013 at 09:12

    well said!
    the opening lines grabbed the attention. :)

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  19. Helen21 October 2013 at 10:49

    Enjoyed this one .. I am NOT about dieting either, but trying hard to reduce my A1C number. Don't relish the idea of diabetic meds.

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  20. Tino21 October 2013 at 12:11

    I feel like cooking! Lovely images.

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  21. Laura21 October 2013 at 13:35

    "I precisely measure out portions-
    that balance that you gifted to me
    occupies a place of pride." this touched me.

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  22. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger21 October 2013 at 17:39

    Really well done--and I am gad it is not you!

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  23. Margaret21 October 2013 at 20:50

    tastefully decorated
    tasteless kitchen


    Better less decorated and filled with love!

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  24. Susan21 October 2013 at 21:57

    Hello Gautami! Thank you for the pictures and the poem wherein the brick wall is a perfect metaphor for the Hell some put themselves through.

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  25. Jae Rose22 October 2013 at 05:03

    Wonderful imagery..even the smells had an air of melancholy..

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  26. SaraV22 October 2013 at 05:13

    Guatami, food is definitely to be enjoyed--love those starting lines:-)

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  27. Kerry O'Connor22 October 2013 at 06:39

    Dieting is such an awful concept and often is more unhealthy than just eating in moderation, and making healthy choices about what you put in your mouth.

    Your poem was written with a great balance between the cook and the food.

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  28. Jinksy22 October 2013 at 09:08

    Kitchens need to be tasting places... LOL

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  29. Susie Clevenger22 October 2013 at 17:45

    The perils of dieting...I have walked its path. Like you I focus on eating better.

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  30. Katie22 October 2013 at 18:32

    Very well written! I'm one of those crazy people who actually like dieting! Ha! Oh well! :-)

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  31. soulsmusic22 October 2013 at 19:22

    Love those final lines, as usual, they pack a punch

    Elizabeth

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  32. balance-point22 October 2013 at 19:23

    Fourth try to leave a comment. Like those final lines, as usual, they pack a punch.

    Elizabeth

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  33. Satya23 October 2013 at 03:24

    Ah! Thats sad...
    And last lines are awesome!

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  34. aspiritofsimplicity23 October 2013 at 03:42

    nice poem. I like the way you used the words.

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  35. Mystic_Mom23 October 2013 at 16:35

    Bread for the body, flowers for the soul. You are beautiful! And that is a great piece of poetry you shared. Nicely done.

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  36. ayala25 October 2013 at 13:58

    It is a battle...I know. So hard. Loved your capture.

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