The water’s boiling in the metal pan;
you are left there, absorbing
its burning lament, hypnotized
by the hissing blue gas flame,
feeling with your eyes instead of your guts
the agitation of water ready to overflow.
But you just watch and recognize
the familiar physics in your kitchen
feeling insignificant and awe-struck
when all is in front of you
white enamel with stainless steel
and nothing left inside.
But you just watch and recognize
the familiar physics in your kitchen
... the slow-burn of the inevitable and the powerlessness within that sense of evaporation. I imagine Sylvia Plath knew of this well. It's like the expansion of the universe of one here is compressed and sucked into it's own black hole. Personhood spaghetti-ised. I like psycho-physics the way you tell of it, Axilea! :)) xx
nothing left except steam ;) excellent allegory ...
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2011
I agree with your assessment that Patrick's comment is a keeper! Beyond that, you demonstrate your poet's heart in moving the mundane to (and through) revelation. And you've succeeded in doing this in a relatable way which makes the reader nod affirmatively in fellowship.
I could say a watched pot never boils but in this case that's not true. Nothing cures depression like a hot plate of pasta and you're halfway there! Patrick
I love the part "burning lament". Amazing how deeply you delve in this piece using this metaphor. It's a refreshing and interesting perspective. Much enjoyed!
Sheila
...feeling with your eyes instead of your guts...
What profound and moving experience, Axilea, and
the beauty of your words began with water boiling
in the metal pan. Love it. -gene.
Stunning methaphor Axilea...leaves the reader sitting there with mouth agape and mind spinning off to ponder the startling applications of this write. Well done.
fee
I find this powerfully symbolic and meaningful; there is much more expressed than seems at first "glance." Thank you for sharing, Axilea. Love and best wishes to you,
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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the familiar physics in your kitchen
... the slow-burn of the inevitable and the powerlessness within that sense of evaporation. I imagine Sylvia Plath knew of this well. It's like the expansion of the universe of one here is compressed and sucked into it's own black hole. Personhood spaghetti-ised. I like psycho-physics the way you tell of it, Axilea! :)) xx
Emile
Vesna
Striking in vision and expression.
Yes!
John
Sheila
What profound and moving experience, Axilea, and
the beauty of your words began with water boiling
in the metal pan. Love it. -gene.
Mysterious and so effective!
Blessings,
Christine
left inside." Excellent metaphor.
Always,
Deborah
God bless,
Lew
fee
Regis