THE SOUP

THE SOUP

A Poem by Betty Hermelee

Winter's eve
fireplace crackles
yellow,blue flames
scent of burning logs
expands my nostrils, breathe

Crave for hot soup
bubbles on stove
tomato base
yellow corn,green beans and okra
white turnips
navy beans
touch of red pepper

Steam swells in the kitchen
my mouth pauses to taste
Alas, I feel the warm liquid
ooze down my throat, belly
Satiates
Ideal for a blistery cold night

© 2020 Betty Hermelee


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Nothing like soup on a cold day. Your soup sounds delicious. This little poem appealed to my senses. Sight, smell and taste. Lovely Betty. Yesterday we has chicken and sweetcorn. That was delicious too.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Hi Betty, is "alas" a typo ??
Enjoyed the read and would happily partake in a bowl full if the okra removed.
Good morning

Posted 1 Month Ago


Good work, Betty. This one comes alive with the flickering firelight, the rainbow of food coloration, the satisfaction of succulent, hearty stew on a cold night. You give us stark and stunning metaphors. With the right mindset, such stuff can delight the mind and warm the heart. Who needs mind-blowing sexual travesties, blood bath of violence, and stress of epic exposition to sate with vicarious abandon? The dedicated romantic can still sail the metaphorical seas to surf private climactic satiation and epicurean delight. Thoroughly enjoyed a helping of "The Soup". This bubbling feast adds lots of love and lust to your larder of sensuality. One of your best. -- Doug

Posted 1 Month Ago


and don`t forget the cornbread

Posted 1 Month Ago


I think I'll make a pot of soup this week. Thank you for the great idea.

Posted 1 Month Ago


This is rich in details that appeal to all the senses! I love soup, esp in winter, & the fireplace opening makes me envision cooking soup over a bed of coals like the ones in my woodstove right this minute. I love that your ingredients sound a little bit like a hodge-podge, not a polished recipe, becuz that's the reality of SOUP! Cleaning up whatever odds & ends we have leftover from summer's garden, among other things! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


this makes me feel two things....very hungry...and comfortably warm...
a tasty poem that simmers within the mind...
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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I am an emerging poet; I have written over 250 poems, mostly about slices of life, happy or sad, sometimes tragic. I try to use vivid images in my poetry. I also write about my extensive travel expe.. more..

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