I sprinkle my thoughts upon this page like seasoning in a pot
I let them simmer as the ink marinates and marks a spot
the scent that arises makes the hungry mouth and mind drool
As I prepare a course that's full of plates served both hot and cool
the centerpiece prepared is the meat of my work juicy and so tender
that if you sink your teeth in it I am sure it's flavor is long remembered
the sauce I pour over it is a recipe all my own
drawn from a heart that's been torn apart like liquid siphoned from a stone
the side dishes that flesh out the table range in temperature and heat
the cold come from my solitude while my pain provides the heat
and of the are vegetables are also added to this show
for my hopes dreams and joy spring from the garden where they grow
my mind knows all these ingredients for my soul has saved them all
like pages of a cookbook hanging on a kitchen wall
some days the dishes are full of the fire of all the spices known to man
and sizzle like heated grease dripped in a burning pan
the there are days when its covered in frost and the reader feels the chill
like a frozen desert scooped from regrets that haunt and hurt me still
and there are times it is ripe and green so enticing as you dig in
and those are made from joy of a boy who writes from deep within
for every chef has different sides that's why what they create has rage and depth
spoken of by those who have tasted their work and praised with every breath
so I hope that you have enjoyed today's meal until next time my friend
that I return to my mental kitchen to cook with an ink filled pen
I always attempt to give you something robust and never bland
For the cookbook of my life is as endless as….
The thoughts of a Single Man 2012tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good artistic work.Superb one of course and I enjoyed reading every bit of it.