stirring the soup

Frank Prem

he sat
in a quiet meditation

 

ladle in his hand

 

cauldron
before him

 

for a moment ...

 

nothing

 

for a moment ...

 

nothing

 

eventually
he roused himself

 

brought his mind back
from away
yonder
to the here-and-now
waiting
at his feet

 

he wondered
briefly
which direction

 

clock

 

counter-clock

 

all one
all one

 

he inserted the ladle
gently
at the very
outside
edge

 

gripped it with both hands
and began
to stir

 

a slow
steady
circular motion

 

to clockwise
this time

 

and as he turned
laboured
with the ladle

 

the soup
of stars
and of stuff
began a slow

 

slow

 

spin

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2017 00:34
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Michael Edwards

    Smooth and creamy served with fresh baked bread - or in this case a great pen - well writ Frank.

  • FredPeyer

    I do like the way you write, the way you structure your poems. In this case, I guess it depends on whether he was north or south of the equator!

  • Accidental Poet

    Or maybe it's the creator of the cosmos who stirs the soup of stars. Great write here Frank I love it.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Wonderful evocative Poem FRANK ~ thanks for stirring. It struck a ladle with me because every Saturday Morning I make a cauldron of Veggie Soup with whatever veggies I have to hand plus stock ~ herbs and seasoning ! I decant into individual containers and freeze for use in the week and to share with ANGELA (and other visitors) with crusty bread and a glass of Rioja Tinta ~ For me SOUP is the elixir of life and aways my chosen starter in any restaurant ~ I often ask for (and obtain) the recipe ! Yours BRIAN. Please check my AROMATHERAPY Poem and "Send Flowers" FUSION ~ Thanks B.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Ah, the moment of creation. Always wondered how it began. And what a soup it turned out to be.
    Well done, Frank!

  • Fay Slimm.

    I can smell from here that stirring aroma of delectable soup Frank - am on my way and am bringing the bread

  • Frank Prem

    Thanks so much for your warm comments. I'm a little pressed for time this morning, but will try posting later. Cheers, F~

  • MendedFences27

    Makes one wonder what was in the "yonder?" Was it another 'cauldron?" Did it have a different "soup?" A thought provoking, yet thoughtful presentation of the birth of the stars. Loved every spin of it.- Phil A.

    • Frank Prem

      Could be another one nearby, only better! Thanks Phil.



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