Introspection Philosophies Uncategorized

Dalliance appliance

Open the door and the light comes on
but only when you open the door

Illuminated are the remnants of the
recent past (some not so recent) the
leftover bits and pieces, scraps and
tasty morsels with which you can
construct a spontaneous, piecemeal
feast, a light lunch, or default snack

fresh and climate controlled

not always what you want, when you
crave something else, but not sure what

Disappointedly you close the door on
available options, and the light goes out

At least in theory

In the refrigerated warmth of the heart
there is someone who is a jar of gone-bad
mayonnaise; a condiment to your life,
sparingly used, forgotten behind other jars
goes with little, modicum goes a long way

not a main course, not even a dab of tastes
better-when-reheated homemade stew

bon apetit.

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.