Treasure Island

Ibnu Din Assingkiri

(Singkir Laut, Kedah, Malaysia)

Surreal Delicacy


While in the midst of
Enjoying the delicacy
In a surreal-mystical dish
Of literary culinary
The plating was
Of unspeakable beauty
But to my chagrined,
It felt strangely insipid
With no certainty
In the lacking
Could it be?
Preparing methods,
Element of textures,
Unmatched spices,
Imbalanced taste,
Or could it be?
Actually,
My taste buds
No longer relevant
To be justified.

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (7/8/2014 2:13:00 AM)

    A palate of poetry. Nicely spiced and flavored. Enjoyable to my poetry taste buds. Thumbs up poet.
    Nice to read u again. (Report) Reply

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