Big red delicious apples sweet deeds I did.
cinnamon love warm and comforting.
sugar sweet accolades of praise.
I put the apples,cinnamon,and sugar and place them in a pie shell gently the pie bakes.
Filling the kitchen with warm sweet comfort.
I open the Maxwell house
smelling the rich aroma of the dark grounds.
putting three scoops in the filter.
I brew the rich smooth, bitter coffee.
understanding.
The pie is done.
The coffee is brewed.
I cut a slice for you.
and one for me.
We sit at the counter of the soul food kitchen.
We eat humble pie.
We drink understanding.
A contest entry
- PICTURE INSPIRED....PIF.... by CinfullyDelicious.
550 points, ended May 15, 7 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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so much more to be said... wheres it at???? ... i have faith...
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mmmmmm! hot pie and black coffee, and the aromas of fresh baked and fresh brewed... well done!
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Oh wow this was such a beautiful take on the prompt. your ending just lingers on in my mind.. "we drink understanding"-- great metaphorical use and alliterations. Imagery bursting throughout.
Good luck in the contest
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oh coffee and pie..how did you know i am a coffee addict lol
and maxwell house good choice
this is a wonderufl write, very to what I asked for
Thank you so much, good luck
Cindy
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