I should have seen it coming
Really should have, hunger rumbling my stomach
With preview given at a glance
What's with a seat at the high table
Drinks and pleasantries, opened arms
And the art of given mastered
My nose senses, my stomach awakens
Oblige to the scent of aroma
The wonderful gulyas soup
This is home made, Anya Horváth
Bespoke with serenading love
As it boils to fill an apatite
Mine is to say yes please,
Kérem, please do serve
My hunger awaken to feast
On yours precious, köszönöm
Will be my last words
When I am finished, with delight
Note: The picture shown not the Gulyas soup I had,
finished it before thinking of writing this piece
I am sure to have some more, however the title
gives the poem a feel to reflex the holiday I was on
Lovely poem Kodjo... and that soup up there really made me hungry. smiles.
ReplyDeleteCame back from your holiday strong, even with food you spun a great mix, nicely done!
ReplyDeleteIt would nice to serve that feast of a soup hot ~
ReplyDeleteNow I am hungry for dinner ~
nice nothing like a bowl of soup to fill you with warmth...that then spills from your pen....nice write kodjo
ReplyDeleteLooks wonderful, and it sounds like it brought both enjoyment and comfort :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes a dish is so monumental it inspires us to write! (Looks delicious!)
ReplyDeleteYes, there is so much comfort in a bowl of hot soup, it warms the soul~
ReplyDeleteA bowl of hot soup.....beautiful poem
ReplyDeletemakes me hungry waaaaahhhh…
ReplyDeleteYour poem gives me hunger pains...loved it!
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