July 05, 2010
Monday Poem
1st ZucchiniToday I spied our first zucchini
which has followed its saffron flower
like a compliant stud swelling in shade
within a forest of coarse stubbled stems
under a tent of broad leaves
green as the second color of Christmas
a nativity here of the first order
all six inches of it looking to a future of sacrifice
in a sauté mingled with garlic and onions
growing now in the nest of nature
at the whim of god
. . .– for want of a satisfying
rational explanation
…………………
by Jim Culleny
July 4th, 2010
Posted by Jim Culleny at 03:15 AM | Permalink
Comments
I'm really looking forward (can't wait!) to hearing what JerryDee might say about "mingled." Initially I thought it was this poem's wrecking-ball, but after checking its etymology, I'd have to say it's its fulcrum. I love it when that happens! The meek just inherited the earth (in this poem anyway).
Posted by: Frances Madeson | Jul 5, 2010 8:51:39 AM
Jim,
". . . – for want of a satisfying
rational explanation"
Who needs one? I guess that was the point. Happy 4th!
Posted by: Norman Costa | Jul 5, 2010 6:22:25 PM
Not too much garlic and onion, mind you. You would not want to obliterate that exquisite, delicate flavor of garden-grown zucchini with heavy-handed herbal tampering.. My wife will tell me: "basta mettere un pizzico di sale grosso e saltarli qualche minuto in padella a fuoco vivo con un goccio di olio di oliva ....mmmm... squisito!"
Loved the poem btw!!....
Posted by: Bill | Jul 7, 2010 6:42:05 AM
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