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In my kitchen

The whole world out there,
and I wake up dreaming pancakes,
a kid in the playground,
some maple syrup evening,
a whole palate of colors
and a bite of fresh fruit;

The universe conspires
the images I can not grasp;
no tears , no laugh
just some bitterness cutting through
the fruits that are about to fall;

I feed my words to strangers
hoping they would find seeds;
I make peace with barren lands
being dug out of me
without a single sight of tree;

The kid of my desires walks somewhere
demanding pancakes from my kitchen;
the things we talk over breakfast
lie along whispered prayers
covered in melted butter instead.

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Written for Poetics Tuesday and inspired by photo prompt @ What do you see ?

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10 thoughts on “In my kitchen”

  1. The kid of my desires walks somewhere
    demanding pancakes from my kitchen;
    the things we talk over breakfast
    lie along whispered prayers
    covered in melted butter instead.

    Very vivid imagery, love it.

  2. You left me hungry for pancakes. I Love this:” whispered prayers covered in melted butter instead”. And “I make peqce with barren lands”. Thank you so much for sharing and participating.

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