You’re barked and blackened,
charred at the rim,
a crust that says keep back,
like smoke guarding flame.
But I know the truth—
beneath that rugged hide
lies a tenderness, slow-braised
by years of fire and time.
Your words may sear,
sharp as hickory bite,
yet your laughter lingers
like sweet molasses heat.
You’re tough only in show,
a cut earned by struggle,
but slice through the surface
and the heart is soft,
marbled with kindness,
juices running deep.
Friend, you are brisket:
rough to the touch,
tender to the soul,
a feast best shared
with patient love.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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Comments2
Love brisket and loved the allegory as well. Nicely drawn out in all its points this poem paints a picture of a person inside and out.
Interesting use of simile, this is touching love it.
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