one week later
December 3, 2009
i spin the can
of mixed nuts
a
greasy
kaleidoscope
with no cashews
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain
they are all
that remain
of the feast
2008
wrestling with congruency
i spin the can
of mixed nuts
a
greasy
kaleidoscope
with no cashews
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain
they are all
that remain
of the feast
2008
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December 3, 2009 at 3:22 pm
aw. Not even a turkey carcass?
December 3, 2009 at 3:59 pm
I graciously hand the carcasses over to my mother-in-law each year. She makes soup. I enjoyed the last of this year’s batch yesterday. Old School recycling. Happy Thanksgiving Lily!
December 3, 2009 at 7:39 pm
oh welcome back 🙂 🙂 i actually dont know what the poem is talking about…anyways i am happy to see you again..
December 4, 2009 at 2:50 am
Narendra, thank you for the welcome. The poem is about the week after our American holiday of Thanksgiving. On that day many of us have big turkey dinners. By the next week there is usually little food left over from the feast. In this poem the narrator is spinning a can of leftover partially eaten mixed nuts so that the nuts will tumble about and he/she can search for (and extract to eat) any hidden cashews hiding amid the less desirable and less expensive peanuts, jordan nuts, and filbert nuts. The irony comes from the juxtaposition of the narrator’s disappointment and selectivity – with the “true” spirit of Thanksgiving which is appreciation for what we have. Peace.