Syrup, after Waffle: a conversation in poetry

after Waffle

glass bottle amber sunlit  liquid.
tip the bottle, drip, drip, sizzle:
waffle and sticky sweetness.
blade of knife to square, tenderly
it gives to the blade, its gentle steam.


annelies zijderveld © 11/16/10



I can taste you in my mouth
Your tenderness
Your gentle steam
Dripping with sweetness
Your feed my hunger
And satisfy my crunchy dreams


Seletta M Raven (C) 10/17/10


About Anneliesz

Food. Poetry. People. Art. If I was Julie Andrews singing her song, these would be some of my favorite things. My biggest food fail was something we'll call "Tuna Surprise," but that never kept me out of the kitchen. Cooking is my own playtime. While I'm not a chef and would never claim to be anything less than an experimenter of flavors and textures, I sure do love to feed people. Then there's my love of writing which commenced at a wee age over a talking pen named "Percy". I love rolling words around my tongue in different languages. Art camp taught me the importance of not having an eraser. Life is an adventure and one whose marrow I seek to suck as much out of as possible. Join me as I live my life en route.

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