A Poem by Andrew

For Tahnee


Let a sauce simmer at a low rolling boil,

Heat making short work of the hours you toiled,

Leaving only what matters, slightly charred, in the pan.

You can't believe it's all gone, you want all you can

As you scramble for more; confused, and slightly stuck

You realize, a whole lot of life seems to come down to luck.

© 2010 Andrew

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Nifty poem, even if I do disagree with your conclusion!
You KNEW that butter burns...(so you should've put some oil with it!)
You KNEW that milk curdles...(so you should've kept the heat low!)
You KNEW that your aluminum saucepan was prone to overheating...
(so you could've chosen a different one!)
You KNEW that burner was hotter than the others...(so you might've
turned it lower!)
You ought to have known to keep a close eye on it,
and a spoon moving in it!
The results of your life are NOT "mostly luck", but rather, the result of
careful planning and constant monitoring!

Posted 12 Years Ago

You are such a great writer. :) I really mean it.
The metaphor was spot-on. The imagery, the story, the rhythm, everything.
Awesome write, Andrew.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on July 6, 2010
Last Updated on September 21, 2010