🕊 🙏🏻 see you all in June! 🙏🏻🕊️
Anton Ego
He sits, pen poised, a sword wielded over white plates,
his words a hunger sharper than knives.
Each morsel faces his judgment, stripped of warmth,
weighed by precision, never savoured, only dissected.
Shadows deepen in his eyes, an appetite for perfection drowning joy.
He demands mastery, turning food to calculations, turning creation to fear.
The world watches his verdicts, but his table remains empty.
Then comes the dish—humble, its scent catches him off guard.
Steam rises, carrying memory, a kitchen,
a home, a boy greeted with care by the hands that cooked for love, not applause.
A single bite cracks the armour.
The critic falters, his pen quiet, his palate alive.
The flavours whisper of simplicity he had long dismissed.
They remind him of what he had forgotten:
that art is not built to be conquered, but to be felt.
He sets the pen down gently.
His words that follow are softer,
an ode to the risk of creating,
to the courage of pouring oneself
into what might be torn apart.
In his silence, he lets the warmth remain.
From the shadows of scrutiny,
he steps forward, a man who understands,
finally, that to taste is to connect.
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That is a very poetic and nicely written poem, nice way to end the week, enjoyed
Thank you ever so much🙏🏻🕊
Your very welcome
A wonderful metaphor that made me hungry. Poems like food vary in their taste as do those that consume them vary in theirs. A poem may be perfect but is it perfect for the taste of its reader? No one can tell so all the cook or author can do is make it perfect for themselves. I have always said that what makes a poem a poem to me is the emotion it evokes not the nicety of form or rhyme.
Thanks so much Soren. It’s tough to talk about food when it’s best eaten, lol🙏🏻🕊️
What a wonderful tale of the relationship with food with an amazing conclusion that to taste is to connect. Great poem
Glad it has been well received. Perhaps we shall aim for Michelin stars down the road. 🙏🏻🕊
The first couple of hours, even 5 can be so slow…
Nicely done,Your poem serves to remind readers (and perhaps critics themselves) of the deeper significance of food beyond mere technicality—highlighting the importance of connection, memory, and emotional engagement in the appreciation of culinary art. You seem to suggest that true artistry lies not only in perfection but in the willingness to take risks and connect with others through shared experiences.
I love that idea of (calculated) risk taking and the active endeavour of connecting others through shared experience is prime. 🙏🏻🕊️
And I was hungry going into this brilliant metaphor. 🤣 Well done on this poem, my friend. "To taste is to connect" indeed. 🌹👏
Haha! Foodies unite🙏🏻🕊️
You know it!!! 🤣
Brilliant.
Thanks Thomas; much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
Excellent write
Thank you Tony🙏🏻🕊️
You're welcome
We connect with each other in so many ways arqios.
Andy
Indeed we do! Thanks Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
My friend Mr Creosote and I enjoyed your Poem .
Thank you.
Many thanks to you and Mr. Creosote for reading and this much appreciated feedback 🙏🏻🕊️
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