Poetry / A Stranger's Kitchen (Analysis)
A Stranger's Kitchen
Cracking some eggs this morning, I
Find an odd sort of solace here.
Between mopped tiles and windexed glass,
I feel a tranquil atmosphere.
A sense that kitchen knives and spoons
Are where they're meant to be, while I
Go fumbling through the shelves and drawers
Before all waken to their chores.
Before soft light can harden like
These eggs upon the frying pan.
To think, that bodies strive and fret
While others slumber without plan,
Either in a bed or coffin,
Merely dreaming or being dreamt of,
While mortals toil in atrophy –
Struggling for what ought to be.
Enough of that. The permeable
Yolk of early light is stiffening
Lawn-mowers, cars are revving up
These musings – useless. Epiphanies
Simply arouse us to new ways
Of serving something else, or other:
Love and beauty touch us some days…
Why else would we even bother?
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The title caught my eye; “A Strangers Kitchen”...immeadiately, I thought of affairs and lovers. Apparently I was wrong? Wonderful, regardless.
My favoriate line was deffinately Love and beauty touch us some days…. It caught me, and left my breath hanging.
As far as the alternate ending line, I seem to prefer it to the already existing line. Simple, though realistic. I like it much, much better.
Good job, man. Really.
Breanna
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