Cereal Bowl POEM

A poem, part of The 2nd Burden Anthology.

It never occurred to me,

to look for truth in a cereal bowl. 

Never really thought, it might be

in the sweetness of a strawberry,

the earthiness of a nut. Nuts. 

Have I been eating breakfast wrong? 

All these years? Coming down the

stairs in a stupor, suspended 

animation - a fog unto myself. 

When there was plenty for me

to savour in the flavour 

A pack of Kellogg's.  

The subtle songs of a morning lost,

a contemplative, miraculous breakfast

eaten but not. 

Now I know the milkman delivers God's plan,

I'll be more attentive to the message

in a morning's sustenance. 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

And to think most folks waste all that effort on tea leaves! I never understood how they read those. Now, alphabet soup? I can read some alphabet soup! (laughing) This was great.