One week later…
November 29, 2007
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
wrestling with congruency
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
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Tags: holidays, kaleidoscope, nuts, Planters Mixed Nuts, Thanksgiving
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November 29, 2007 at 11:17 pm
This is a repost from last year.
November 29, 2007 at 11:21 pm
I f’ing hate that. I love cashews so much that I now only buy nuts that are all cashews. OK, sometimes I buy all almonds. Raw and unsalted. A poem about nuts, I love it!
November 30, 2007 at 1:38 pm
The oily tin is like a kaleidoscope, isn’t it?
Cashews are so wonderful, my favorite, although i also enjoy the filberts.
i like the way these remnants “tumble in [your] disdain”.
November 30, 2007 at 3:57 pm
I like how you can make the mundane so interestingly visual. A shared experience by many becomes poetry.
December 1, 2007 at 1:14 am
Dreamsbyraul – raw and unsalted almonds (10/day) is allegedly the best way. For me a can of cashews ranks up there with a six pack of Sierra Nevada and a Don Tomas.
Christine – I learned to appreciate the others but it was like being unable to learn piano from Herbie Hancock and settling for Local Hometown Piano Hero.
Birdsword – I can also make the interesting mundane if you were to read my trash.
Thanks you all for your comments and kind remarks.
Peace