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
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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Comments8
Smooth and creamy served with fresh baked bread - or in this case a great pen - well writ Frank.
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!
Or maybe it's the creator of the cosmos who stirs the soup of stars. Great write here Frank I love it.
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.
Ah, the moment of creation. Always wondered how it began. And what a soup it turned out to be.
Well done, Frank!
I can smell from here that stirring aroma of delectable soup Frank - am on my way and am bringing the bread
Thanks so much for your warm comments. I'm a little pressed for time this morning, but will try posting later. Cheers, F~
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.
Could be another one nearby, only better! Thanks Phil.
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