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Justin Walcott Poem
haiku poetry
seventeen syllables poem
now i am finished
Copyright © Justin Walcott | Year Posted 2022
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Justin Walcott Poem
Four pieces
Three shards fit together, the other
Gone
Useless urn
Helpless as tears
Drain through, blood
Flows out
Without
Stop
But then
Blood clots
Miracle!
Torrent to river to trickle until
The hole holds
Souls full, but
The vase remains
Forever broken
Never whole
Or full
again
Copyright © Justin Walcott | Year Posted 2023
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Enamel finger-smeared thick with butter
Yellow onions, yellow butter, floured and browned
Just add cream
From roux to dream
Now spice to glue that hold my world together
The team assembles for its tasty mission
Cheddar, gouda, mozz and more
Thick sheets of ham
Tubers sliced translucent
Layered, latticed, clothed in white bliss
Sealed deep into my black Dutch Oven
Four hundred twenty-five degrees, twice boiling
Every five minutes, I keep checking
Time warps
seconds are hours
Only half done, removing the covering
Top comes off, melting marbarella muck
Gilded golden gruyere
Splattering over spuds
Swirling cheese seas
Miasmic fragrant fromage tauntingly teased air
Beep! Beep! Beep! It's done!
Don't waste a moment
Too hot to taste
Bubbling lava lake
Slowly crusting cheesy skin emerging from the oven
Finally, the soup solidified, gooey cultured cream
Ready for the fork and spoon
Potatoes caked
Ham baked
Reality as gastro-goodness manifested dream
Onto my plate, my fork, my palette, my bliss
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new seat arrangement
focus on final exams
we will all get A's
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Justin Walcott Poem
cinnamon rolls, hot
gooey goodness when it's cold
belly full of warm
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