Spring Onion

I'm not living in isolation...

But in my defense,

I tried to explain,

I was not living in isolation

I simply had no need of a friend

who can only teach me how

To be a can of tomato sauce

What human of sound mind

would want to bite

Into the cold aluminum?

Who actually craves

the taste of sodium benzoate?

I would rather

Keep close

The friends who

Are kind enough

To show me how

To become a shoot

Of spring onion.

Wonderfully savory

With stir-fry noodles

And braised chicken thighs.

A subtle crunch

And also rich in vitamin C 

Have I mentioned this?

Pungent and volatile

Yes. But only sometimes

And not with the intention

Of being a bully.

But as a means of

Self-preservation

You understand.

Author's Note

You know what I mean?

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

I had to stop after the first stanza because I was laughing. It reminds me of so many people that I don't want to be friends with. Odd how stupid and talkative go hand in hand, the only people whose opinions I'd like to hear are the ones least likely to give it. This was a terrific use of metaphor. Good words.

Btw- I just discovered "read requests" as a function of the site, sorry if it took a while.

[Chris Shaw]

Great little metaphor here. Why live in a can when you have the universe at your fingertips. Some people can make you feel claustrophobic. You know I do love spring onions. They are so versatile in cooking. Cold or hot, they add a kick.

Chris

[YouoweYoupay]

You've got good taste! Onions make everything better. Inspiring review! Thank you for your time. :)
I appreciate it.
~Aysha.

[Chris Shaw]

You are very welcome :)

[StarNinja]

I think I do know what you mean. We should all transmogrify into various root vegetables in order to personify our personalities. And be cooked. I think? I don't know. I liked this poem. High five. Three thumbs up. Ten stars.

P.S. I would be a potato. Very good roasted and pairs well with cheese.

[YouoweYoupay]

You've got good taste. Potatoes make me happy. Thank you for reviewing Spring Onions! :)

[barleygirl]

Thank you for bringing me to an exquisite orgasm! Wow! That was satisfying! This expresses something I've come to realize more & more in my old age. I just can't deal with people who are inside a predictable can. I can try to placate & get along, but eventually my pungent onion stink will come across strongly. God, I love you for writing this! It's a celebration of those who love solitude & who will only interrupt it for the most inspiring of individuals (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[YouoweYoupay]

So happy to see you happy! My solitude and peace of mind are divine to me.. very crucial to my wellbeing. Cheers to good company or none at all!

[pearl]

This is really interesting! I like the way spring onion is being used in the poem.

[YouoweYoupay]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it.

[Kari Rakitan]

This is a delightful poem. You're making me hungry!

[YouoweYoupay]

I KNOW. Food is my specialty. :D Thank you for reviewing Spring Onion. Much appreciated.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed those who would restrain ones growth inside a solid tin can rather than allow organic growth to flourish are the best people to have around. An interesting piece of fiesty metaphor.

[YouoweYoupay]

Thank you for your time and review, John! I agree you 100%.