Simmered
in a flavourful and creamy herb sauce with a hint of garlic
on a weekday
is deliberation; why is there always a deep shade of melancholy
on the windowsill?
I coat the chicken breasts with onion and herbs,
season generously with salt and pepper.
The intellect chooses its own social gathering;
I chew upon this piece of information as the concoction
no longer pink inside
heats with another two teaspoons of olive oil and sauté garlic
with basil and oregano—
there are people who are generic, they exist within their own limitations
and shun
the ones who seem even a little bit different— I am a rebel
I thought, adding cream;
I refuse to be in the centre of the pan like cornstarch,
quickly stirring,
until acceptance like sauce has thickened slightly—
explore the world,
so often it happens that creative minds due to societal pressure
limit themselves.
I return the chicken to the skillet,
sprinkle with extra herbs and serve immediately—
there are moments
when one has to decide between following destiny and fulfilling its purpose
or succumbing
to the vengeful, the demented and the sadists who work together to form
an organized conspiracy to oppress others in the world.
Remember,
to feel deeply is not a sign of weakness,
it’s a medium that sets us apart in society—
so much so that
when whispers of approval or contempt float across the room;
you will know—
“if not for the creamy herb chicken.”
Photo credits: Guest House by Yakira Eppel, Unsplash
Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United
Oh, how delicious! (Pun intended.) Wonderful as metaphor; also I’d love to be invited to dinner!
And of course, I am always on the side of the rebels who refuse to succumb.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Feeling deeply has often been stigmatized as weakness. Though admittedly there are sometimes I wish I didn’t do it quite so often, I’ve have plenty more times where I’ve felt blessed to feel so strongly.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I feel the same, Rommy. I’ve been learning to harness my deep-feeling as a strength rather than being totally overwhelmed by it.
We do what we can, Jenna! 💄❤️
I read this before breakfast. Big mistake.
Now I’m hungrier than ever, and motivated to try to write something even half as good. Salute!
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Oh, you temptress, Sanaa, I’ve only just had lunch! Although I don’t eat chicken, your creamy herb chicken is so enticing. I love the way you scattered emotions and human conditions throughout the poem, such as ‘why is there always a deep shade of melancholy / on the windowsill?’ and ‘to feel deeply is not a sign of weakness’.
Thank you so very much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The chicken sounds absolutely scrumptious, and the philosophy is evocative. A pleasure from beginning to end!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I sank into your poetry just as wonderfully as I sank into that sofa. Cheers.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I liked all your dishes, Sanaa, but none would be on my favorites to eat list. Simple but very clever was corn starch, stirring, and the center of the pan.
My favorite was “… is deliberation; why is there always a deep shade of melancholy
on the windowsill?” I love your relationshop establishment.
And what an ingredient list for creamy herb chicken, it is always good.
I believe the cooperation between all “the demented and the sadists who work together to…”
You did sooo very well with your prompt, thank you for it.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
“why is there always a deep shade of melancholy
on the windowsill?”
I think cooking is a great way to lift one’s spirits
Happy Wednesday Sanaa
much love…
Absolutely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Gillena 💄❤️
Happy Wednesday!
much🌹love …
After writing such a mouth watering piece Sanaa we are now all waiting for an invitation to a meal for you have beguiled us all!
❤️❤️❤️
No weakness in you, obviously!
😉
Mouth watering poem !
Thank you so much, Rall 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
No one wants to be the cornstarch, that loses all its characteristics, if indeed it had any.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Sara 💄❤️