04-10-2012, 02:01 PM
The pot foams at the mouth,
mushrooms and overflows.
No temper bathes in its wrath
until all that is left is salt
stained on the stove.
No anger is fueled by a store of gas,
cranked and closed in turns.
The heat that hardens iron
softens pasta slid in water,
strained and scooped
into a bowl.
No rage soothes
as it descends
from summit,
the way a meal
can calm an evening;
all it can do
is cover footsteps
with melting,
melted snow.
mushrooms and overflows.
No temper bathes in its wrath
until all that is left is salt
stained on the stove.
No anger is fueled by a store of gas,
cranked and closed in turns.
The heat that hardens iron
softens pasta slid in water,
strained and scooped
into a bowl.
No rage soothes
as it descends
from summit,
the way a meal
can calm an evening;
all it can do
is cover footsteps
with melting,
melted snow.
Written only for you to consider.