The Soup Line
Freezing cold, shivering soul
Logs on for nourishment.
The menu has 200 simmering
At all times
Delicacies for the mental taste bud
Alphabet herbs n spices
Imported...fresh on a daily
Bitter broth made from trespasses
With the zest of, not knowing when triumphant
So it just simmers for a life time
With those components floating atop
The Creme of Love
Has a bittersweet aftertaste
While warm, it soothes and goes down
As the creme gets cold, it curds like cottage cheese
The size of tennis balls retaining the bland-ness
Decreasing this gifts value...So I rarely order it
Stew of enlightenment
Has these Lil lights like pearl onions
You gravitate towards
When bitten a revelation open up the senses
Like Wasabi, but sweet as a hint of ginger
Designed to stick to your ribs
The hearty metaphoric chowder!
Is hallucinogenic based, where the aroma
Contains imagery sauteed in brilliance
Provided with bread for sopping its true meaning
The Gumbo Soul Poets
Who's not afraid to mix it up
With the Sassafras Leaves that make up the File
Making a rare Rue
That all cannot comprehend its distinction
I know over-adding this spice it gels
And has an unbearable gritty with each bite
Only consumed by like minded connoisseur's
The soup line is for all walks of life!
Here's a free bowl of an poetic elixir
Scribe Marlon Linton
My gratitude for including me in the Top 100 Poems!
It is appreciated as fuel...