once crisp
vibrant
orange hue so bright
a half eaten carrot stick
in dim twilight.
nibbled edges
now softened
sweet
paused in its journey
not quite complete.

forgotten amidst chatter and tales
shared among friends
as laughter prevails
it sat on a plate
a small sacrifice,
to moments of joy
and life's simple spice

in the fridge's cold embrace it waits
a witness to time
and the closing of gates.
yet in its stillness
it holds the lore
of dinners past
and moments more

a humble root
with much to give
even half-eaten
it yearns to live
in soups or salads
it finds its place
a half eaten carrot stick
full of grace

and when it is eaten
it is no more
but its place is in my stomach
the vibrance no more

When I'm sick it's there for me, warming my ill body

And when I'm happy it's there with its uplifting presence to excite me

It warms my throat and heart

I devour it with sheer pleasure

As it fills me

the testimony is in
cry out hear hear

a shame that
the newsstand for a penny
a new stand
what a nuisance

what shall it be atom man
hear hear they see you cry


mother's tomato soup
grows ever cold

Writing a haiku's          
          Japaneasy, slurping soup    
     Japaneasier.

Rrrrrrramən
n°○°●•○●•dles
are °•●○dləs
and ○°•●dles
of n●°○•dləs,
●○°•○•●°dles.

i wish you good luck and a cup of tea
and maybe that you’d think of me
in the morning between that chicago breeze
you’ve become so fond of.
i wish you warmth and a warm pastry
in hopes that you stay sweet after 9am classes
and glasses that refuse to sit still on your nose.
i wish you love and a bowl of soup
so that you’d give me the inside scoop
on the perils of higher education and
one of those end of the day smiles.
but for now i wish you rest and glass of milk.

Her cracked old hands from years of work
Chop away at these vegetables for a delicious soup
On the granite counter tops
The cream colored kitchen turning as safe as her warm hugs
Into this safe haven, an escape from boredom
“I'm gonna miss this”
“What do you mean it's almost done”
-kenzie<3