In the Kitchen

Dear U,

There is, for me, a sense in this write that smacks of routine. A bit of the old razzle dazzle will ignite a small memory sensation. Words that bear resemblance to “hope” and “change” and then nothing. Empty nothingness. Except for all the sad and lonely emotions of perpetual polite conflict. This write, I took to heart on many levels. I love your ability and talent to relate huge depth of emotion and weave it into regular life.  Amazing write. H🌷

Dear H,
ohhh, you hear me. I don't know how you do it, but your comment is always right on the mark, sharing with me exactly why it is I wrote the poem that I wrote. I don't think I have ever felt more understood without explanation. Thank you for your comment; your words are humbling. I appreciate you.
warmly,
ursa

Cooking can bring two close...a taste test to come

ooh, yes it can! Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment. Much appreciated, ursa

--the subtle melting of the points of view:  the we begins with observables (music, vegetables, laughing, dancing);
--then the remembering, which is shared from the point of view
--the sigh
--cooking becomes a metaphor, for something more (hopefully???)
The mixing of the points of view functions as a technique here.
There's a combination of wistfulness & melancholy in the ending that touches.
Enjoyed!

Thank you, Mark! Sincerely appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Hope you're well,
ursa

Magic grows from simple everyday seeds. It's how you water the seeds that counts. *sigh*

ohh living with Antlers, lovely comment :)
Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read and share.
Have a great day,
ursa 💜

I like the scene you create and emotion you pack into a small moment. Nice write ✍️
Looking forward to reading more!

thank you William, I sincerely appreciate your kind comment. I have many more poems here :) I hope that you find your way to reading some other ones in the near future.
warmly,
ursa

thank you for stopping by and for your comment. So true love and cooking are so intertwined in so many different and complex ways.
Kindly,
ursa

"in the Kitchen"   
     
Ummm, Lady Ursa😏   
   How to adequately describe the scintillating visages of sheer imaginative succulence those three words (In The Kitchen) stir ever-so warmly … a bit cheeky, I know, but ohhh how true! ; p   
   There must be something about your photo's countenance that makes me … well, let's say, "imagine."   
   Equally so, how you speak sooo syntactically eloquent brings to mind a frisky nudge.      
   LOL! I can't begin to imagine being in the same kitchen together after all that and going back to cooking.  ; )
       
Just listen to met, Ursa … it seems you've woken my amorous side.    
Please, don't kick me to the curb for being naughty.   
'Cause, I love your poetry! ⁓ Richard 🍃