do they make your mouth water?
I have built a fence with bricks,
now I hide in that tastefully decorated
tasteless kitchen so that I won't cheat.
nothing is left for me-
everything tastes like gravel-
I seem to wallow in trash.
I precisely measure out portions-
that balance that you gifted to me
occupies a place of pride.
my cooking is an amalgam-
created in a vacant space,
with no spark in sight.
"no one notices the efforts of my dieting
yet when I die, I will weigh much less"
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Afterthought@10/21/13: This poem is NOT about me. I am definitely not into dieting. I believe in keeping healthy by proper nutrition and exercising. I am posting couple of pictures of myself....
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when I die, I will weigh much less"
Why bother after death, eat well, stay healthy.
Plz . remove the word verfication
Hate diets, love your poem. Well done, Gautami.
I like the first line a lot. Interesting how these words took you to food and the kitchen. Well done.
"I have built a fence with bricks" is a very striking line. I think I would have to toss the weight/balance equipment out, for its presence would mock me. Smiles.
she eeks out her portions as well as joy.
You must do what you deem necessary Gautami...those who will comment will continue to do so...
Good poem with an interesting perspective using these words...and a haunting ending.
love the end quote, and I do hate dieting
I too hate diets! And a haunting ending as S.E. Ingraham said. Nicely wordled!
Those last two lines are killer.
Gautami, love what you did with this Wordle, especially the kitchen and the emptiness conveyed.
The part about weight loss was actually quite... weighty!! Amy
And hey, I understand about the spam problem. The only choice I have at Wordpress is moderation, which is a pain all its own... No worries! Amy
It is a mystery to me that we so admire individuality but some consider we should all look the same. There is a touch of sadness in this telling piece.
The last two lines are the real "balance it out"... They haunt!
At least the kitchen was "tastefully decorated" even if the food had no taste!
Sometimes I wish we came with little doors that opened directly into our souls...our shells are not US, they just get us from Point A to Point B in our lives.
This was a heartfelt and touching poem. Just beautiful.
Very interesting...what about accepting yourself as you are? Just be healthy.
luv the poem; luv the sari photo
much love...
well said!
the opening lines grabbed the attention. :)
Enjoyed this one .. I am NOT about dieting either, but trying hard to reduce my A1C number. Don't relish the idea of diabetic meds.
I feel like cooking! Lovely images.
"I precisely measure out portions-
that balance that you gifted to me
occupies a place of pride." this touched me.
Really well done--and I am gad it is not you!
tastefully decorated
tasteless kitchen
Better less decorated and filled with love!
Hello Gautami! Thank you for the pictures and the poem wherein the brick wall is a perfect metaphor for the Hell some put themselves through.
Wonderful imagery..even the smells had an air of melancholy..
Guatami, food is definitely to be enjoyed--love those starting lines:-)
Dieting is such an awful concept and often is more unhealthy than just eating in moderation, and making healthy choices about what you put in your mouth.
Your poem was written with a great balance between the cook and the food.
Kitchens need to be tasting places... LOL
The perils of dieting...I have walked its path. Like you I focus on eating better.
Very well written! I'm one of those crazy people who actually like dieting! Ha! Oh well! :-)
Love those final lines, as usual, they pack a punch
Elizabeth
Fourth try to leave a comment. Like those final lines, as usual, they pack a punch.
Elizabeth
Ah! Thats sad...
And last lines are awesome!
nice poem. I like the way you used the words.
Bread for the body, flowers for the soul. You are beautiful! And that is a great piece of poetry you shared. Nicely done.
It is a battle...I know. So hard. Loved your capture.
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