garlic

Posted on November 28, 2021 by ceayr
artwork by phil burns

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garlic

chopping onions
cracking garlic
thinking of the past

I remember when
you did these things
when you cooked
because you enjoyed it
and I was happy
because you did it so well
even a sandwich
was a gourmet delight
and a work of art

and you went to the store
chose the ingredients
considered every detail
before creating

I went to a different store
bought wine

I no longer buy wine
I go to the store
buy ingredients
largely unconsidered
then stand

chopping onions
cracking garlic
thinking of the past

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:
    November 28, 2021 at 2:24 pm

    The emotion of a whole life story contained in the telling of an everyday act.
    And the past and the present balanced in the structure of the piece.
    A beautiful, sad, powerful poem.

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