robin DeWalt


Kitchen Contemplations - Poem by robin DeWalt

The spaghetti pot talks
while her fingers walk
on window panes of steam.

Perhaps one day
she won't just pray
but wake outside her dream.

Take a trip to France,
learn the language dance
bonjour and sil vous plait.
Or Italy
where love is free
and passions never sway.

She warms the bread
when she hears his tread
of boot on wooden stair.

Prepares his drink
in a routine blink
and touches up her hair.


Comments about Kitchen Contemplations by robin DeWalt

  • Simon Collins (6/2/2012)


    Enjoyable witty verse, thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 2, 2012


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