Food is the stability of life
But you can make it taste so nice
The flavour the texture
The look the mixture
Its good, food
The crunch on your teeth
The crème de la crème
A ten out of ten
Masterchef style
Not just a pile
It has to look neat
To suit your needs
Because food keeps us alive
But it’s a hobby and a passion,
Food must be good
Very nice :) really like the
Very nice :) really like the sounds in this poem, both the ones described and the actual rhythm and rhyme
I like this a lot. A little
Thanks for your comment. I find the flow of your poetry similar to that which I create. The words will mean most to self and something different to others. While we hope that they can relate to our point of view, I've found that the best thing for me is knowing that I'm able to share and that my writ is being read.
Sometimes we pause and there seems to be extensive time between expressions, but it never stops. Just because the pen doesn't touch the paper, the fingers don't stroke the keys, our minds continue to devise the words in poetic sense. Like producing poetry inside, only for ourselves. Hoping to continue expressing ourselves and gather the insight of others. I ramble on... just like my mind. I like this a lot. A little onomatopoeia goes a long way here. I look forward to the next serving...