Over-salted

[just mercedes]

The recipe has gone missing, has gone or missing, not both
the loose-leaf your pen flowered nice play with sounds and imagery
with ink lace. The taste of your absence ditto
capsized the cobbler, sinking it great impact
into layers of tissues and peach
peels in the garbage,I like the line break used for double meaning
the lost words hanging,
voiceless as laughter in a frame. great strong imagery to end with

I like the gentle tone, and the use of real objects to show loss. I too once had loose recipes from my mother, mine were tucked into the front of The Joy of Cooking. The ink lace I saw as paper worn in holes along the folded edge, but I'm happy for it to be the look of looped writing on paper.

I really like 'the taste of your absence' and all the sounds echoing each other here. I'm letting taste capsize something because you use synesthesia elsewhere in your poem. I like the tension of opposites you achieve with the line break, the contrast between peaches in tissue, and peels in the garbage is strong. This line is also talking about death and loss.

The second to last line is the one I have most trouble with. I'm not sure why, I'll come back again.

This is a good poem - thank you for the read!