The siege of this era has somewhat begun.
These last words, were uttered in a lower tone,
all in a room to conjure with–
It’s luster in a storm to be honest; this city.
I never thought I’d attempt to make corn chowder,
The sorbet-souffle clay of dusk entails
a full realization.
Leave me a kiss in a glass of red; don’t ask me how.
I won’t mention the shadows that speak of war.
Some of us on a bus to boulevard cafe aspire,
Whipped cream can do so much more than complete.
It isn’t unusual for November to be dark and brooding,
As summer slowly melts into autumn, there.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Jan – As water falls under the grey concrete bridge
Feb – A Patchwork of Cues
Mar – Aubade – Karachi City Lights
Apr – In Conversation with Softening Dusk
May – Untitled [cherry wine knows no bounds]
Jun – The Quality of Whipped Cream
Jul – Women of Algiers in their Apartment
Aug – On a bus to boulevard cafe
Sep – The wind, which was rough, tore at itself
Oct – Bowl of constraints and crock-pot corn chowder
Nov – November’s Repertoire
Title borrowed from my poem “The Blower of Leaves.”
Laura is our lovely hostess at dVerse where she invites us to write a 11-line catalog poem.
I have chosen to write it as a ‘Found’ poem from Jan-November 2023 poems. 🩷
Posted for MTB: Last Year’s First Eleven @dVerse Poets Pub
26 Responses
Some of the transitions were quite surprising (as it often is with found poetry), especially the corn chowder and the whipped cream, but it shows how much you are using food in your writing. I love it.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Björn is right, Sanaa, you do like writing about food! I like how it begins with ‘The siege of this era has somewhat begun’ and ends with ‘As summer slowly melts into autumn, there’.
Oh yes I love writing about food! Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Brilliant from the very opening Sanaa (with some half rhymes too for added bonus)
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
“Leave me a kiss in a glass of red; don’t ask me how. ” I love the position of this line here, it is like a moment on the see-saw, perfectly balanced by the closing line, at the end, on the ground, looking into the sky. At least that is how it felt to me. I also love the lines with chowder, and whipped cream, they give much realism to the poem!
Thank you so much, Oloriel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Such a complete story in itself, Sanaa! Beautifully done!
Thank you so much, Carol 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This is a good compilation of how we live our lives now. Trying to combine our inner and outer worlds. Food is key!
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
There is always something sweet and dusky in your poems. Like the end of a romantic meal. This one is no exception.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I really enjoyed this, Sanaa. The unexpected juxtaposition of some lines makes for very entertaining reading.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The assembled thoughts that this form of poetry creates, can take you in many different directions. Very cool.
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Well done! A fun prompt for the queen of the romantic. My favorite line in your found poem? “Leave me a kiss in a glass of red; don’t ask me how.”
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You found the perfect lines to accompany the awesome photo!!! LOVE LOVE this, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa, The way you weave these lines together forms a rich tapestry, inviting us to explore the nuances of each verse while appreciating the harmonious composition. Well done!
~David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This worked so well Sanaa – wonderful read.
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️