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
18 comments:
Indeed, wake us up from our slumber with hot spices! Yes!! Without a bit of spice, there is little too life! Powerful write here.
Love this, especially:
Our placid pigeonholed lives
it is pretty sad that it takes something large to knock us out of our comfort ridden lives isnt it...nice write chris...
Oh Chris ... I giggled out loud with glee as I read this! Wonderful ~~ spicy.
excellent! {now i'm hungry for chili-dusted potatoes.} {smile}
♥
PS .. forgot to add I LOVE the image!
Yes! Love this one!
"We need something disturbing to crack the shell
of lethargy"
Indeed.
I'm taking this with me into the week.
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.
PEACE!
Wonderful words, Chris, sharp and spicy, and just what we need to stir us from our apathy.
EXPLODE! Yeah that's it!
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.
GREAT pic! Those eyes, such stories they have to tel us!
I enjoy a little cajun seasoning on my over-easys in the morning :-)
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.
"doughy kisses and pabulum" is oh so true! What great images in this poem.
I like those hot spices. Nothing like the spice of life.
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!
that swallowed dreams
like gulping fish.
Nice!
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