Orange chicken

Orange chicken

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Turning zucchini into matchsticks,
   giving you a chance to talk.

Slice the baby peppers into thin half moons,
  listening to your woes.

Julienne the red onion,
  rice is cooking,
   nod my head,
     letting you know I am listening.

Chicken is almost done,
  sauce, and vegetables also,
  and you seem a bit more at peace.

Now,
  we can eat,
   and you seem more at peace.

© 2014 Jon Roggie


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Nourish, replenish, break bread.. Nothing is as healing, as coming back to basics..
nice visions and now I am hungry !

Posted 10 Years Ago


Renée

10 Years Ago

Will you be using a torch?
Jon Roggie

10 Years Ago

I would think it is one of my delicate approaches.
Jon Roggie

10 Years Ago

In moderation, I see only a healthy result.
Now, my taste buds are tingling.
Delicious poem. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Matching Socks

10 Years Ago

Lol. :)
I think you're on to something there.
Jon Roggie

10 Years Ago

Pay isn't great, but I have to be building up some kharma credit!
Matching Socks

10 Years Ago

That's worth a lot.

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Added on September 17, 2014
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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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