Zen surrounding my soul,
I sit in my cross legged pose.
My heart beats faster as i feel the cool humid,
Brush my skin.
I hear the mockingbirds cry,
My breath becomes heavy.
My tounge dries.
I stare down at my plate.
Beautiful seaweed,
From the shores,
Of blue oceans.
Holding the piece together,
Like a binding in a book.
So no pages fall out.
The beautiful crab.
With its blood red skin,
Against its angel white meat.
The lucsious flavor.
Creating the slight pang of galore.
The sticky rice,
calming the soul,
with a siding of
Fiest.
The slight tang of salmon,
Craving every last bit.
The time of pink,
has mixed with the taste,
of joy.
The wasabi,
spiced with love,
Green with envy.
But it has no worry,
it is such a delicacy.
I place it in my mouth,
as my taste buds arouse.
I feel the roller coaster,
dive and lunge,
and i smile.
The luxorious gourmet,
with just a pair of chopsticks.
the face,
of my ideal.
Meditation.
A contest entry
- Ages 14 AND UNDER: Your Favorite Food by Sky Prince Ireland.
300 points, ended March 17, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow
Now I want some sushi,you described it so life like.
<3
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wow! this is amazing and I really love this. great job suri! It almost seems like it has some inspiration from mine and done your own way. best of luck
-Roti
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You are not only a poet, but a philosopher as well. This is fantastic! That puts food onto a whole new level. Loved this read. Great use of poetic devices.
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Mmmmm!!!! I love sushi too! The best Asian food ever to be created. Delicious!!! Thanks for entering.
Good luck.
Brian
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