Sometimes when I don't want to think much I make popcorn in the microwave It pops It becomes what it is supposed to be It asserts itself unlike me mostly I don’t eat it I look at it I like to feel it Warm snowflakes scented flavored could be manna from heaven God heard me sent me a sign That’s a thought I should hold it See what comes of it When the popcorn’s cold and I’ve grown old will there be kernels left not popped?
Making assumptions that pop corn pertains to things in your life is great, You will never grow old in heart and spirit, Regis, and questions will be answered and not left not popped some day for all of us. I love this, of course, I love food too.
A different view of popcorn than my poem by the same name. Yet I like yours just as well. When we grow old, will life still be good? Will there be "manna from heaven" left for us? I like the simile of popcorn as "warm snowflakes," since snow is usually not warm, but icy cold. I like your use of rhyme interspersed but not overdone. I like your short lines and breathing pauses. Very good poem, Regis. There ought to be an anthology of "popcorn poems" in various allegories... You have a gift for fluid poetry. Thanks for reviewing my poem "Popcorn"... you gave me lots of ideas. Peace, from Kathy
LOL, I agree...I love popcorn!!! I admit however, I like the ones that are partly popped. I love the crunchy part of fries too. You hit the greatness of popcorn on the head. ;) Silver
Not if I'm around----I LOVE popcorn :)! It's not messy, you can eat it most anywhere, it's 'roughage', tasty, smells great and is fun.
Send me your cold popcorn and I'll reheat it. I hate seeing anything go to waste :)!
:)Sandy
No doubt there will be, Regis, so pop them in your mouth and taste of life...
Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2005
This amazes me. You take an ordinary topic and turn into extraordinary. That's flair.
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2005
Wow. There is so much said here. So much more than the tale of the warm snoflakes. Doing what it's supposed to do. Wouldn't that be a wonderful world! So, will there be kernels in your popcorn? Mine unfortunately yes.
This is great Your mind is Wonderful! Magnificent!
Love Tracey xoox
I agree this is totally unique, you put so much between the lines
thanks for sharing
Carole
Reviewed by Danielle Ackley-McPhail (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2004
Wow! As someone who thinks both the taste and smell of buttered popcorn is, in deed, manna, I can definitely empathize with the message of this poem. The wonder, the potential for regret of something left undone, or something chosen that in the end is unsatisfying. Thank you for sharing.
My best,
Danielle Ackley-McPhail
www.sidhenadaire.com
Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2004
Wow Regis. This is excellent.
Nevertheless, I'd suggest that you eat it!
Love your "old" photo in your bio.
Amira
After reading your poem 'War and Peace' I thought I'd go hunting through your den for more of your special stuff. I thought that the poem 'popcorn' would be lighthearted and it piqued my curiosity to read. What a surprise. Even in writing about popcorn, you write with profundity and with a clear message.
Let me stop right here. I will give you an inflated ego if I do. ;-)
Take care
Chanti
Very philosophical take here my friend. Alas, I shall never look at my popcorn the same again! But, that's a GOOD thing! Now I simply have to ponder the unpopped kernels and the greater implications surrounding them. Thanks for "popping" my brain!
What a nice metapher, Regis. I love the popcorn's butter smell, though it's probably a cocktail of chemicals. let's hope everything has popped. A longer pop-time helps to make the last ones pop, let's hope a Healthy old age awaits us. Franz
Excellent ending about will there be kernels left to pop,, probably so I say,,
now as for pop corn,, well i look at it but for sure will eat it and seems to me like Thomas said I can't wait to get to the ones not popped ,, maybe like life we trying to always find what is inside things we can fully see,,
enjoyed this alot
Tommy
You know, Mana is a neat description of Popcorn, seeing as though it is one of those food groups when popped that really defys reason :)
Sure is moorish, you take a handful and you need more and more.
My kids make it in a funny little gadget machine, and then pile butter and salt on it......oh I gotta watch how much I tuck into!
Happy eating
:)Ch'erie
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2004
Regis, an excellent well-penned piece of popping poetry, with some very interesting thoughts for one to ponder over, while eating a bag of popcorn. I love Ed’s take on this remarkable piece. Probably has some truths remaining in the bottom of the bag… lol. I always chew on the ones that never quite fully popped. Well-done, my friend. Thanks for sharing it. Take care and be well.
Regis..no matter on which subject you write you always write the best....superb write my friend...love n luck...you always make me think and thats the hallmark of the real poet...BHUWAN!!!
There seems to be a lot of depth to this piece, Regis. I like the superficial part about just enjoying the popcorn for what it is; Uncomplicated, a treat for the senses and soothing balm to get you through stressful times. I am never going to look at popcorn as a simple snack again, though I have to admit, I have always taken time to marvel at the uniqueness of each popped kernel. Excellent writing!
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Monette Bebow-Reinhard (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2004
Comparing the human existence to popcorn. Truly amazing, Regis! What a gifted mind to see things in such a distinct and deep way. Now you just go ahead and sink that hand right in! Thanks for sharing!
Monette
How interesting Regis!
What a new discovery about popcorn too!
I shall never look at it in the same way
now!(grin) Very encouraging and inspirational
write! You go man!
Love ya!
Becca
Regis this is deep! Wow! I get several layers of meaning here. One jumped out was you contemplating your progeny!will there be kernels left not popped;-)! just one my takes not that you meant that;-)
Isn't it wonderful when everything you see is a poem? I go through stages like that. This is a fantastic and inventive write. I agree with Kate. This is very spiritual but some people wouldn't get it.
Regis, I love it...interesting...i never would have thought to do such and look at it that way. It barely starts out as fun then turns very thoughtful. Very deep...
Now I want to pop some popcorn just to look at it...
ann
The aroma, the taste, it's one of my fave snacks. It goes great with conversation, family and friends. I like the way you stated it here. I reason that the kernels are seeds of life. Like, that from each kernel is a lesson to grow on and from your experiences you touch each of us through your passion of words.
Pass the popcorn please,
Pier Marie
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2004
I never thought of popcorn as being manna from heaven but your description is tempting. Yes I have a few kernels left.
You truly walk a spiritual plane, Regis! I just love this! Not many would find this kind of meaningful message in the humble carton of popped corn, but you make everything sacred by your worldview! Just my kind of "take" on life, too - even though popcorn per se is like bloating your stomach with polystyrene chips! And you capture just the way that I think God speaks! Methinks you are truly heaven's child...!! What do you make of a Diet Coke, then?! LOL Kate xx
MAybe it's because I have been sick and not on here in awhile, but I think this is one of your best ever and I like your comment on the poem and agree 100%- Great write!
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Send me your cold popcorn and I'll reheat it. I hate seeing anything go to waste :)!
:)Sandy
This is great Your mind is Wonderful! Magnificent!
Love Tracey xoox
thanks for sharing
Carole
My best,
Danielle Ackley-McPhail
www.sidhenadaire.com
Nevertheless, I'd suggest that you eat it!
Love your "old" photo in your bio.
Amira
Let me stop right here. I will give you an inflated ego if I do. ;-)
Take care
Chanti
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Thanks, Reg'
Fine writing also.
Hooves
Sandie May Angel :o)
now as for pop corn,, well i look at it but for sure will eat it and seems to me like Thomas said I can't wait to get to the ones not popped ,, maybe like life we trying to always find what is inside things we can fully see,,
enjoyed this alot
Tommy
Sure is moorish, you take a handful and you need more and more.
My kids make it in a funny little gadget machine, and then pile butter and salt on it......oh I gotta watch how much I tuck into!
Happy eating
:)Ch'erie
Reindeer
I love popcorn!!
Love always Tinka
Nice and entertaining pen...
Peter
Regis!
You do have 'the gift' all right.
Peace and sunshine
we must live life to the fullest and accept that the unpopped kernals of experience are there to reflect upon ...
Take care,
Sherry
Monette
What a new discovery about popcorn too!
I shall never look at it in the same way
now!(grin) Very encouraging and inspirational
write! You go man!
Love ya!
Becca
Now I want to pop some popcorn just to look at it...
ann
I am in agreement with Andy - allegory most excellent ... indigenous to your poetic grandness!!
Robert
TRASK
Pass the popcorn please,
Pier Marie
Carmen :-)
I look at it
I like to feel it
You truly do have some interesting thoughts, Regis!
i love the imagery and thought behind this delicious poem. :) thank you--a tasty treat, indeed
and that climax--WOW--profound!!!!!!!
well done, mon ami
(((HUGS))) et amor, karla. :)
wonderful write, c'est bon!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
paix et amour a toi!