The Poetry Marathon

Pizza #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour22

We were never alike in many ways,

but we managed a semblance

of common ground

at least where it counts…

I like spinach and Ricotta cheese

with buttered garlic sprinkled on top.

While you have your pepperoni

steaming hot, straight from the box.

Will you meet me halfway

where the picnic tables

jostle the weeds in the backdrop

of a Tuscan sky?

You bring your bottle of wine

I will pack the the chequered blanket

and we can sling the sun underneath

our shoulders and brave the seven seas again.

Shirred Eggs

In ramekin place
a butter base
so thin to feel
like silk.

And then esteem
a leafy green,
like spinach,
just to wilt.

The oven’s heat
let it meet
and make a sort
of bowl.

And sprinkle thus
some fennel dust,
and salt to heal
the soul.

Within this cup
an egg, sun up,
then tilt to place
just round

Some grated cheese
to hold with ease,
its creamy
yellow mound.

It needs a spice.
Cayenne, so nice!
Just dust it
barely there.

Yes, just a trace
a lovely taste,
but not too much
to bear.

Three and fifty
heat so nifty
sets our egg
apace

Until it wiggles
just a little;
twelve or more
in space.

The white is set
the yolk still wet,
like pudding
so sublime.

A toast of kings,
its buttered rings
await to soak
in kind.

But first a jam
of roses slam
to sweeten
oh, so thin!

And then on top
just scoop and plop
the egg and cheese
and green.

Oh, serve it swift!
It is a gift
to share with king
and queen.

23~17

kaleidoscope 

Broken Bits

of tiny colors

Getting Dizzy

spinning

For My Pleasure

Test

Test post

Hour 22

Oh, how I love cheese!

sliced cheese

shredded cheese

stick cheese

its oooey. goooey

deliciousness

stretched up, up

and away as I eat

my grilled cheese

(the best way to eat it)…

cheese

is the cheese!

Eyes

Honey-colored eyes
that taste like autumn,
brown eyes
that taste like summer land,
blue eyes
that taste like winter sky,
green eyes
that taste like a fresh spring,
daffodil eyes
that when they look at me
make me lose myself
in the depth
of their charm

Hour6

I know that you hear me.

So, do not pretend to be deaf!

Do you see me as I am?

Because I see you as you are!

Pizza Night-Hour Twenty-Two

Hot cheese stretching out
pepperoni and olives,
just for dinner now.

Running

Running

 

Running seems the thing to do

if there’s ever a wrong. Tag,

you’re it! Run away. Honey,

we’re out of milk. Run to store.

Pop fly! Run around the bases

before you’re caught. Feeling

sluggish? Go for a run. The water’s

cold! Run the tap a few minutes.

I missed the bus! Running late.

Don’t legs get tired of running?

Hour 22 – The Pizza Night

Dough stretched, toppings piled

Baking in the fiery heat

Pizza dreams take shape.

 

Melted cheese cascade

Tomato sauce, a vibrant sea

Pizza love abounds.

 

Pepperoni’s kiss

Spicy warmth on each slice’s edge

Savoring the heat.

 

Salty olives dance

Mushrooms whisper tales untold

Pizza night, pure joy.

©️ Divya Venkateswaran