Saturday, February 11, 2012

Hot and Spicy

Boredom and complacency spell the death of everything, from marriage to political activism. When I saw the prompt for this week’s Poetry Jam, to write a poem about spices, I thought of the restaurant menu I read last week while doing a magazine assignment. How do you liven up your life?

Chili-Dusted Potatoes

Wake us up from our slumber with hot spices
We need something disturbing to crack the shell
of lethargy, and the mouth is such a tender place
all moist and plump and pliable, doughy kisses
and pabulum. Explode

Our placid pigeonholed lives, pull out all
the glottal stops that swallowed dreams
like gulping fish. Wake us with a howitzer
of warring words, divisive tongues
Spur us into life again


Mary said...

Indeed, wake us up from our slumber with hot spices! Yes!! Without a bit of spice, there is little too life! Powerful write here.

Laurie Kolp said...

Love this, especially:

Our placid pigeonholed lives

Brian Miller said...

it is pretty sad that it takes something large to knock us out of our comfort ridden lives isnt it...nice write chris...

Helen said...

Oh Chris ... I giggled out loud with glee as I read this! Wonderful ~~ spicy.

myheartslovesongs said...

excellent! {now i'm hungry for chili-dusted potatoes.} {smile}

Helen said...

PS .. forgot to add I LOVE the image!

♥ Boomer ♥ said...

Yes! Love this one!

Kristin H. said...

"We need something disturbing to crack the shell
of lethargy"


I'm taking this with me into the week.

Steve E said...

I just left an Alanon speaker meeting. She told of (years ago) complaining to her sponsor that she "never knew what was coming next" in her life with an alcoholic.

Sponsor told her, "Be grateful! You could have married someone boring and complacent...and with NO excitement in your life...Hmmmmm?"

Your writing suggests to me, that we Alkies (sober) really live and love life, with but FEW moment which you could call dull!

Thank you.

Elisabeth said...

Wonderful words, Chris, sharp and spicy, and just what we need to stir us from our apathy.

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

EXPLODE! Yeah that's it!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Boredom breeds complacency but being drugged by the machine leaves one too tired to be politically active. I think it's intentional, the drive to keep wages low so people have to work two or three jobs to survive. Who has the time or energy to Occupy Wall Street when working for the machine? But I digress....your poem is beautiful and thought-bending, as always. Yes, whatever spurs one to life is a good thing.

ScottF said...

GREAT pic! Those eyes, such stories they have to tel us!

I enjoy a little cajun seasoning on my over-easys in the morning :-)

twinkly sparkles said...

Yes, very nice. An exciting poem and I have to come back and read it a couple more times because there are some layers that I missed the first time around.

Mary Mansfield said...

"doughy kisses and pabulum" is oh so true! What great images in this poem.

Syd said...

I like those hot spices. Nothing like the spice of life.

Jessica Maybury said...

I had to go look up what pabulum was *blushes*. I put one up on my blog as well but to be honest having wandered about everyone else's I feel I should take it down!

And yes, spice is what gives life meaning. I like your take on this :) And the photo is deadly!

Margaret said...

that swallowed dreams
like gulping fish.


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