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Spaghetti and Meatballs
Spaghetti sauce on the ceiling
Spaghetti sauce on the walls
Spaghetti noodles all over the floor
Like tiny newborn worms just beginning to crawl
Crawling back to the safety of a place where they belong
To a pan of sauce hot and bubbly
A sauce which has simmered so long
It was their first attempt to prove their worthiness
Then havoc erupted through no fault of their own
Tiny tears dripping in red
Fears ripping through their tiny heads
A forlorn meatball smashed into a corner of the room
With pride in his voice shouts his final words
"I know I'm just a meatball...I'm big and fat and round
But the drama on this earth is both obscene and profound
Please just let me and my noodles and our erotic sauce
Simmer away and die together and escape this embarrassing loss!"
This is a shocking memory, very aptly portrayed Tricia. Lots of pain.
May I share a different memory in an attempt to alleviate your image?
It has to do with turquoise walls in the dining room, my young family sitting around the table, the neighbours opposite - as usual, enjoying their early evening entertainment of watching us at meal time, a once pure white perfectly groomed long-haired Samoyed, and my plate of spaghetti and meatballs...
Ahem, the dog tripped me...that is all I shall say!!!!
Fleur
mmmmm spaghetti
and meatballs
i like this poem
because it made
me want to go
make cook
some dinner .
hi Tricia...
thanxs for sharing this bitter poem with us.
it's indeed a sad metaphor for the noodles to be worms and the sole meatball to cry out for justice and pride.
I hope your days get brighter, as time goes by.
I am just as busy here, with my new school life engulfing my everything else.
But i am still writing, albeit lesser.
U take care, tricia.
And do write back.
Smilesz.
Yes, a disturbing memory among many for the child of an alcoholic. I know you used to call spaghetti "worms" when we were children, but to see them as living, then dying as the result of a drunken rage makes this poem simultaneously humorous and tragic. Thanks for sharing this memory with me and now with others.
Love, Larry