R.A.D. Stainforth rustles up an omelette...
They tumble
with
a flick of the wrist,
strut
bulbous, sensitive.
A
strand of hair falls over my face,
eyes
shut, I lose equilibrium,
whisk
fork-wild.
Body
language is the key
to
make it delicious,
it
doesn't matter
if
the shell breaks free.
Accept
texture,
savor
the mystery ―
it
might just be
a
bit of random nails,
luxurious
in the process.
tk/September 2012
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image: Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger
Do it with love, baby...that's the secret in the sauce :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it's how we carry all those random nails! Attractive is abstract!
ReplyDeleteI love your rhyme in "wrist" and "sensitive."
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing; definitely my favorite part:
"eyes shut, I lose equilibrium,
whisk fork-wild"
Phenomenal ending.
Do you see the two heads of black hair and what exactly is being eaten for breakfast, while the pot simmers on the stove in the forefront?
Thanks flipside...something yummy is definitely being eaten for breakfast...
DeleteOh, and your opening line was excellent, making it clear from the beginning exactly what kind of "eggs" you are mixing together. Brilliant word play with "if the shell breaks free." That is when the experience is the best, isn't it?
DeleteAbsolutely...
DeleteAn airy confection Tess, delicious in so many ways.
ReplyDeletelovely omelette, its gonna be!!! nice write, Tess!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Tess. The second stanza I find especially strong...
ReplyDeletebody language is key to make it delicious...ha. i like that bit there....and whisk fork wild....fun write tess...
ReplyDeleteYou might even augment the experience with a little Spanish, Western or French flair, perhaps even Thai one on... it would only make the flavor of this exciting poem a little more delicious! Thanks for sharing this, Tess!
ReplyDeleteYou say it all so well! Breakfast in bed.
ReplyDeletewhisk fork wild~ absolutely! Throw in a few chiles with the cheese!
ReplyDeleteArriba!
That's prety awesome! A delight to the senses..........
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza struck me as particularly appropriate! thanks.
ReplyDeleteI love omelettes, and the omelette poem as well :-)
ReplyDelete"Whisk fork wild", "savor the mystery"....I LOVE how you weave words!
ReplyDeletedelightful read and sound like a lovely breakfast
ReplyDeleteIt's better when the shell breaks free! Delicious, a breakfast to be eaten anytime at all!
ReplyDeleteyou made me look at breakfast in a new light brilliant
ReplyDeleteYou write with total abandon and I love it!!!
ReplyDeleteThey tumblewith a flick of the wrist....
ReplyDelete... I lose equilibrium,
whisk fork-wild....
Body language is the key
to make it delicious...
There are lots of movements here,Tess! Enjoying the preparing even before the eating. Reminds me of the acrobatics of the Japanese chefs tossing and turning their knives and fork mid-air. We enjoy the fun of watching which whets the appetite. Wonderful write!
Hank
Hmmm - I love the idea of savoring texture only the random nails were a bit disturbing! The nuts and bolts of process! k.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to figure out if you're scrambling your eggs or tossing your salad here... 8-)
ReplyDeleteFabulous!!!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Hmm, feels more like baking a delicious cake to me !
ReplyDeleteoh the dance of making breakfast
ReplyDeleteI am hungry!
ReplyDeleteblacker than the white
You do realize I will be viewing my breakfast from here on out in such a new and vibrant light, right!
ReplyDeleteAre you quite sure you wrote about breakfast? LOL
ReplyDeleteOh! Whisk fork-wild. I like that!
ReplyDeleteLove all the movements in this.
Deliciously written
Rick
tasty indeed....thanks for sharing this Tess
ReplyDelete"Accept texture"
ReplyDeletei love this advice, tess. it's direct and unusual. and isn't texture part of color.
and tess, you crack me up by where you find sensual :^)
love
kj
The whole of it was as an egg a solid yolk yet fluid with protective white all about, i saw it and see it
ReplyDeleteLove this! Yum!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ah you could whisk me up an omelette - fork-wild od course - any time Tess.
ReplyDeleteA little diamond of a poem.
ReplyDeleteBody language is the key
to make it delicious,
This I loved!
This puts me right in front of the stove. I like.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sensuous omelette. I'm gonna try and make one.
ReplyDeleteDelicious. : )
ReplyDeleteNow I am hungry! Omelette is perfect for the mangled breakfast image! :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat omlette poem! Yummy!
ReplyDeleteFor want of the nail, an omelette... Tasty whisking.
ReplyDeleteso delightful and intelligent.....
ReplyDeleteDear Tess: I love eating the broken shells in "Omelette" aka living dangerously~ Fun~!! Read with much eggacting egglocution by Ronaldo~
ReplyDeleteSee what you made me do?
ReplyDeleteGo and have a full English breakfast at three in the afternoon for the first time in my life.
Sausage, egg, tomato, beans, french fries, mushroom and bacon. The lot. And very good it was too. Mind you, I then had to do 2 miles to walk it off again.
This was ever such a good prompt. Thank you.
Sometimes ya gotta do it...
DeleteThis guy!!! With the cigarette and the voice and the pausing... WIN. He is everything one of those guys should be.
ReplyDeleteHe certainly is...
DeleteAt the flick of a wrist, a few pencil strokes, reflecting, more pencil. Superb!
ReplyDeleteNothing like a sexy accented man to read your work. I'd lose equilibrium myself whisking ;).
ReplyDeletenice write... the title caught my attention!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
The beauty of poetry (and of the poet) is to capture a moment we might otherwise think quotidian and turn it into an extraordinary piece of writing. Your poem did that. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
TO me this poem fits the image. Cubism takes the eyes and the poem takes the ears to places in one's own mind that are unique to each individual. It is the distortions that accentuate the normal to a greater degree than the normal cam do for itself.
ReplyDeleteCongrats too, Tess. You deserve your reward.
Wow. Sizzling! a good whisking is often the secret ;P
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