For this one, a friend of mine specifically requested a poem about ramen – so here we go, but since I just wrote a recipe poem for 7 – I’ll have to do something different for 8.
Poem 8: An ode to Ramen:
This is my ode to Ramen – fancified:
Whenever the grey clouds begin to
settle in within my heart and somehow
won’t actually reach the skies around –
I watch howl’s moving castle and
eat ramen. Fancified by laziness
with diced vegetables, fresh cheese,
heavily spiced chicken, and cracked eggs
soaked in water hot enough to create a
broth out of anything – be it mustard or
honey or more seasoning than the chicken.
I curl up in fuzzy socks two sizes too big
and sweatshirts with way too much history
for any inanimate object to deserve in full.
I stare out the window at the real world and
everything else that happens without me.
This is my ode to Ramen and all the people
I’ve ever shared it or the cloudy days with.