Omelettes and Regrets

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The graphite sky broke like an egg on cherry floor
and just like that
I was consumed with a sense of loss;
why couldn’t I have been more careful while carrying them?
It’s absurd,
the mere expectation that an omelette can only be cooked
in a certain way, what about fillings?
Both raw and cooked, sweet and savory, why does one forget
that there is always a starting point—the only calibration
so that it can used in the exact way is the list of ingredients,
longing for the impossible
never really helps, I thought, getting rid of the scattered pieces,
all the while picking myself up from the floor;
these half-tones of human conscience that plague, we make mistakes,
make lots of them before finally establishing a firm footing.
I pause to let the eggs heat slightly and then stir vigorously,
freshly ground black pepper, like thunder clouds obscures everything
that lies ahead,
why does it feel like we have exhausted our emotions
and there’s only emptiness remaining?
The beauty of inconvenience,
the batter once again falls flat and along with it chiseled face,
I am not superstitious but at this rate even a black cat
would be cause for jumping,
glossy black hair covered in a masala mess of a situation,
I wouldn’t say I have missed it,
it’s certainly not a keratin treatment for which one pays
a ridiculous amount—we are yet to be written, yet to be concluded,
finely chopped herbs: basil, tarragon, chives
and thyme, let’s start all over again, I am at a point
when rhyming sounds like a better option, and yet
I smile to hear your honeyed words; in a way like sapphire rain
that speaks of night.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Pouring beaten eggs on a frying pan,” by Klaus Nielsen, Pexels

Poem composed on Day Twenty-two of April Poem-a-Challenge 🍲
Skylover Wordlist: Graphite, masala, obscure, loss, beauty 💝

Posted for Open Link LIVE #296 @dVerse Poets Pub

Comments

  1. Lucy says:

    Wow, Sanaa, this is such a beautiful and evocative piece. <3 I enjoyed reading it and especially loved these lines:

    "why does it feel like we have exhausted our emotions
    and there’s only emptiness remaining?
    The beauty of inconvenience,
    the batter once again falls flat and along with it chiseled face,
    I am not superstitious but at this rate even a black cat
    would be cause for jumping,
    glossy black hair covered in a masala mess of a situation,
    I wouldn’t say I have missed it…"

    Stunning!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  2. Brendan says:

    Lots of ways to make love, um, I mean an omelet. Thank God nature takes care of so much.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  3. LOVE AS OMELET, far out. Maybe one day you can write an erotic and/or romantic cook book. It would be popular and appealing. Think of the glaces and spices, the textures and smells. One can get hungry and horny at the same time.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Definitely! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  4. This is beautiful and funny and delicious. I’m sort of craving an omelette now. I love masala mess. I may have to start using that as a phrase. 😏 Honeyed words and sapphire rain is gorgeous! Thank you for hosting tonight!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  5. The omelette that is my brain at the end of the day deeply appreciates this

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Alexandra 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  6. gillena says:

    Yummy poem. Enjoyed hearing you read Sanaa

    Much 💜love

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  7. Ali Grimshaw says:

    Your writing always has a way of captivating me. There are so many lines here that speak to me.
    “these half-tones of human conscience that plague”
    “The beauty of inconvenience”
    “glossy black hair covered in a masala mess of a situation,”
    Your poem is inspiring. Thank you for sharing it.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ali 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  8. calmkate says:

    this one really speaks to me Sanaa, particularly like “these half-tones of human conscience that plague” …. guessing I might have an omelet for supper tonight! You nailed it

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  9. I’m echoing all the positive comments, SR. Yumalicious work & a blast and a half to hear you read it. Thanks! And thanks for hosting the OLN Live.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ron 😀 always a pleasure to host and have everyone enjoy themselves at dVerse OLN LIVE 💄❤️

  10. rob kistner says:

    So many layers here Sanaa, so many and so varied. Its like a recipe snd a lament, filled with inquiry and frustration. Strong write! A joy to hear you read it!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  11. ayala says:

    So many lovely layers. Nicely penned.

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  12. I adore your writing! The idea of the sky cracking like eggs and we have to cook that omelet, what a chore at times –
    why does it feel like we have exhausted our emotions
    and there’s only emptiness remaining?
    I can relate to every emotion in here, the “honeyed words” are a reprieve at the end! 💗

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  13. anotherKate says:

    Wonderful, wonderful poem – such a great extended metaphor!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

  14. As exquisite reading it as hearing is, Sanaa! Simply marvelous!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  15. these half-tones of human conscience that plague, we make mistakes,
    make lots of them before finally establishing a firm footing.

    Your words have a way of making Hank dreamy and then smile again. It tossed around to come back to reality. Wonderful write Sanaa!

    Hank

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  16. I love the analogy Sanaa. It made me smile and I completely “got it” ☺️💕

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  17. A wonderful post Sanaa. I love the scrambled eggs as a metaphor for life’s experiences! So very well written. Loved this line… we are yet to be written, yet to be concluded…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  18. suddenly i’m hungry, not sure why… i always enjoyed reading your poems, you’re quite skilled, enjoyed this very much

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Philip 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  19. Ingrid says:

    I love all the sensory imagery here Sanaa, and the light touch which highlights serious questions. Beautiful! ❤️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  20. all the while picking myself up from the floor;

    I thought this was my favorite line, Sanaa, until I read this:

    glossy black hair covered in a masala mess of a situation,

    Fantastic!

    Much love <3
    David

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, David 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

  21. Kerfe says:

    The recipe is always changing…and yet, somehow, we find and share nourishment.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Precisely! Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

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