(a traced poem inspired by ‘Moment’ by Carol L. Gloor)
At the moment of our reunion,
I am cooking vegetarian lasagne.
No meat, no male scent
in this house of females, only
the exhaust of distance.
I hadn’t seen you in twenty years.
I recognised you,
the younger you I left behind.
I am back from
another life, Sauerkraut,
Rhine wine and Pils.
When I answered the phone
your familiar voice
sounded like I was finally home.
Kim M. Russell, 18th October 2018
A poem for the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
This poem was originally written as an exercise for The Poetry School Decisive Moment Studio.
writing in north norfolk 
I so like how you focused on the food in this poem… the contrast between the dishes to me says all about the passing of time (though I actually made my own sauerkraut last week… )
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I liked the thought of finally being home at the end.
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Thank you, Frank.
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The emotions in this poem are so raw and palpable. Like Bjorn I too loved the contrast between the dishes and the passing of time. ❤️Beautifully penned.
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Thank you, Sanaa. 💖
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A good friend is just like that, coming home. No matter how long it has been. I like the food in this and the “no male scents”.
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Thank you, Toni!
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I can smell that reunion! Love the female bonding after many years.
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Thank you, Grace – it was my husband!
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This is lovely, Kim.
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Thank you, V,J,
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Lovely write. I like how you use food scents to bring the poem out. Well done.
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I love the turn in the final line! Beautifully written!
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Thanks Frank!
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Expressed beautifully
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Thank you!
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“I am back from
another life, Sauerkraut,
Rhine wine and Pils.”
I like how these foods/beverages need time to ferment and transform. Like people and their multiple lives.
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Thank you, Amaya!
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Yeah, the food makes this immediate and homey, so the ending is even better, a welcome home, more on the table.
Cool.
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Thank you!
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I agree, a meaningful relationship, time passing, cooking a meal..a poignant story in so few words.
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So good reading your poem and then Carol Goor’s. I worried that like her’s we were going somewhere else, so I was pleased (and relieved) with your clever ending.
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Thank you, Peter!
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With a true friends, no matter how much time passed it’s like you last spoke yesterday. I love how you weaved this together with the food. Nicely done.
Pat R
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Thank you, Pat.
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The past layered over the present. (K)
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Interesting take matching food dishes with times past
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Thank you, Dorianna.
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kaykuala
When I answered the phone
your familiar voice
sounded like I was finally home.
It gives a nice feeling, Kim! Appreciating even may not be verbalized will come around to good things to bless oneself later!
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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The three corners, food – Home – and those unwritten arms. Beautiful.
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💜💜💜this!
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Thank you, Lona!
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