Kitchen Killer Knife

Kitchen Killer Knife

A Poem by -Scribe in Style-
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It's a short piece - not a story nor a poem.. More like an observational extract. Comes from the heart, and the has a representation of food as culinary art and the power this has in terms of emotion.

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There are times you are silent like a waiter in the corner and times when you speak like the sue chef who cares less about the rules of the ref. It is your sport being in the kitchen and letting food entertain your guests both men and women. It is an art the way you devise a menu as vibrant as a diamond and as chic as mystique. There are times when you leave me mesmerized. Words that are crafted are devised and memorized. Spread upon a platter, mixed in a shaker, the meaning becomes clear when they are served after a taster. The main course and dessert are the crucial components of the contest that couldn’t afford a disaster but special care and garnish went into the presentation of the appetizer. The condiments were a fixture to pull and entwine the guests into the meal’s deceiving texture. At the table at dinner, you came in a little later, the tears were still shedding, the skin was still peeling. If observed closely I could see that your mind had been boiling but contemplation had left it simmering, your ears had been burning but the wreckage had pushed your emotions into the refrigerator for cooling. The knife wasn’t far from your hand and neither were the chopping intentions at a distance from your mind. All in close proximity you could feel the blend of smooth capability and convenient availability. But you held back the temptation given by the laid-out cutlery and let go of the urge to lay each plate with a carving of your ability. 

© 2016 -Scribe in Style-


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-Scribe in Style-
Take the time... What are your reflections on this narrator?

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Great creative development. Reminds me of my free writing- solid message and a good over all theme :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


-Scribe in Style-

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much! Free writing doesn't seem to be such a bad thing after all :)
A amazing tale written dear friend.
"The knife wasn’t far from your hand and neither were the chopping intentions at a distance from your mind. All in close proximity you could feel the blend of smooth capability and convenient availability."
The above lines. So wonderful. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote


Posted 8 Years Ago


-Scribe in Style-

8 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote for taking the time, as always it is appreciated. I like that the story can be foll.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

I enjoyed the poem and you are welcome.

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Added on October 27, 2016
Last Updated on October 27, 2016
Tags: food, kitchen, chef, art, feelings, knife

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