Little by little paint fell away from the kitchen wall
Here a warm fire in the stove heated all
Humidity and distance from the heat left it to flake
Neglect and air's torpidity the shine did break
Cold and dingy when not in use
Kitchen from other rooms now a recluse
Door closed to hide slime and grime
A room visited only at dinner time
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I like the quaintness of this piece
Thank you Norman I appreciate your reading it and your comment. Thanks my friend.
much enjoyed most welcome
The poem beautifully shows how a once-warm and lively kitchen can symbolize a human relationship that has gradually lost its warmth and connection. It slowly becomes cold and neglected, with the peeling paint and grime representing neglect, while the closed door suggests emotional distance and isolation.
Thank you Soheil I am glad that this came through. Some things even relationships are only exploited for the value that can be gotten out of them. I deeply appreciate your review my friend.
You are welcome. I am glad that my interpretation resonated with you. As usual, it is my pleasure to read and reflect on your poems.
Once the hub of activity, now the last resort room.
Sad how time changes all, and even sadder, up and down the country cries the same house.
Thank you Paul I appreciate your read and insightful comment on this piece. It is sad indeed that gratitude seems to have peeled away with the paint and what was once given is now seen as expected and if not given in the same manner seen as a shame. We only come for dinner.
Wow seems to be an old kitchen with warm memories. Kudos for this fab muse narrated swell.
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Thank you so much for your read and comment it is always most appreciated and I always do.
Good write SB. Yes, a room only visited at dinner time - when I dish up sewage and sludge for KP! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi it is appreciated not so much the sewage but your read.
We've said before - aww, why don't she appreciated that I feed her lots of protein and other good stuff in that sewage? It's very ungrateful of her! lol.
An enjoyable read. ☺️
Thank you Franz I appreciate your review and comment
You are most welcome!
The fire reminds me of my Grandmother's Kitchen. She had a Coal Fire . Much Warmer than Gas or Electric. A Real fire.
A good Write.
Thank you Kevin my grandmother had one as well. I have a wood stove now. I appreciate your read and comment my friend
What a wonderfully atmospheric piece, Soren. You make this forgotten corner of a home feel almost lonely…time, disuse, and deterioration quietly doing their work. It brought back memories of old houses where the years seemed visible everywhere you looked. Great job on this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your review and comment it is most appreciated
Nicely described, once warm kitchen can turn into neglected cold one
Thank you for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Fine words soren showing that relationships can fail but they can also strengthen when that kitchen is used all the time.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy I appreciate your review of this piece and your interpretation as well
while once the very hub & centrepiece .. now, not even in the frame .. how times change eh' & not always for the better by a long chalk .. Neville
Thanks so much Neville for the review and words of support. Yes when not needed hidden in shame.
Thee French say "Qui vivra verra." Literal translation : He who lives will see. As time goes by we see things breaking down around us. It applies to life itself and relationships.
Thank you my friend for the read and comment. Yes indeed the interpretation is true relationships do break down with time, some longer than others. There we find people loosing contact and only returning when it is of use for them.
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