I throw out the frozen meat, the expired ideas,
The rotten relationships, and many leftovers
I keep the green heart, the fresh mind,
The juice of life, and sweet memories
I wipe the sink, the stove, and the floor with my sleeves
I dust the Chinese teacups I inherited from a garage sale
I apologize to the silver spoons I never touched
I separate the vinegar and the oil from their rusted set
They have been standing side to side for years
And they never cared for one another
I bring down the cleaver from its rack
Shinning there in pride amongst relatives of sharp knives
I put them to rest in the lower drawer of the cabinet
No more short cuts
I fill my scratched mug with black coffee
He lives through it all with me: the bad and the good times
I dim the light to its minimum
It occurs to me that my kitchen has no windows
A small table and one chair in the corner
I’ve never invited anyone to my kitchen
It has been always the hidden part of me.
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21 comments:
i love the image you painted here... don't we all have a kitchen that we hide from the world outside...
Now, I feel invited. Strong images and description make this a highly effective piece. Thanks for sharing. LL
How cool this was.I can imagine it as the words go before my eyes.Loved this Khaled,thanks for sharing.
I love it! I wish I could write like that :-(
Khaled, this is my favorite line,
I brought down the cleaver from its rack
shinning there in pride amongst relatives; the sharp knives
I put them to rest in the lower drawer of the cabinet
No more short cuts...
That really spoke to me, as I tend to be so blunt when I finally get around to speaking unpleasant things. Like a cleaver. No more shortcuts... Have compassion... Very good Khaled, you have a way with metaphor that is unique and great.
A very nice one Khaled!!!
I just loved & enjoyed your wor(l)ds so much, so serene yet such humor & charm within ... a kitchen, however, had been my favorite spot through my younger age when I lived alone, just comforted me ...
The Oil and Vinegar is a complete poem all unto itself. Wonderful images.
Thanks for the comment!
What a beauty! I especially love these lines: I dusted the Chinese teacups I inherited from a Garage sale.
I apologized to the silver spoons I never touched.
There are so many poetic, as well as psychological, ways that one could interpret them! Brilliant. Truly. :)
I loved the images in your poem! Yes, sometimes we need to de-clutter our spaces, our lives, our minds. Get rid of old stuff, not because it is old, but because it is not useful, and it just lives with us because we are used to it.
This is a very nice poem. It's a glimpse into your hidden self.
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I love the words and pics....amazing blog.
C'est immense et troublant. J'adore.
Beautiful word play! The kitchen truly is the heart of the home .....
I just came from Cat's. This is beautiful!
This is such a fantastic poem Khaled. Your words are so vivid. Isn't it funny that we all seem to share the same kitchen, no matter where we are in the world.
Ahh, the kitchen. Often used, but often overlooked. There is something very candid and yet, private about the place we cook in. What a great source of inspiration. I love the anaologies and imagery in this piece.
My favorite line is at the opening one: "I threw out the frozen meat, the expired ideas, the rotten relationships,
and many leftovers."
Great work once again.
No wonder this was recognized by Writer's Digest! It's wonderful. My favorite two lines are:
I dust the Chinese teacups I inherited from a garage sale.
I apologize to the silver spoons I never touched.
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