Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Deep Fried Puddle
A frozen puddle
reminded me of a chicken thigh
lightly dusted with flour,
waiting on a deep dive
in roiling oil.
I thought about
stepping on the metaphor
but, decided not;
soon enough
it’d be cold broth
for a rising, hungry sun.
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Oh my! you did it again, Pat....i doubt if one can say it better :)
So good to have you back :)
wishes,
devika
Love this, and welcome back!!!
Wow, I agree ... you are wonderful at this. Makes me jealous...smiles.
I am glad to see you here. I have missed you.
Soft love,
T
Delightful!
Pat--where in heck are you, to be crunching in frozen puddles at this time of year--I thought you were in the balmy South! I haven't seen frost yet in polar NYC.
I finally cheated on my vegetarian diet yesterday, after holding out for years since I gave up meat.
Couldn't resist that tender juicy stewed chicken wing...
and here you are with the thigh--!
Guess we're on the same hungry wavelength.
Hope you're here to stay, Pat, your words brighten the world!
WOOHOO! A POSt from ya!
I take it ya are alive and well? :)
It is good to see you back posting, Pat... You must have penned this last winter when you had an occassional freezing day.
it's been a long while , Pat, but worth the wait. the sharp wit is still there. :)
Enjoyed this. And it's good to have you back in action.
Great poem!
Welcome back!
Margie:)
You've managed to make me feel hungry, cold and funnybone tickled, all at the same time, as only you can. So glad you're back!! Missed you!
You are back..with a BANG!
I have missed your poetry, you know.
Hi Pat. Good to have you back.
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