"ambrosia"

[goldenrod]

I would dream tonight of strawberries!
I would dream of them as once I did know, tactile sweetness, on the tongue,
true strawberry of long ago.

I would sigh for the tomato, beefeater-red.
A tomato known, blind-folded,
not a taste,genetically,bred!
Gone, forever!

Slain, by a better life, through...chemistry!

What land now gives up nature's bounty,
What earth, today transfers nature's goodness, root to leaf, what taste is worthy of remembrance?

When we, in a future time, try recalling the true essence of a feast!


goldenrod.

[Anza]

Bene Factum! *applauds* Well done.
I like it. The first line ending in an explanation point makes the reader automatically excited about it!

[goldenrod]

(Anza)

The poem was written on remembered remarks of a teacher who was a captain in WW2. Who told our class (English Lit.) that he felt sorry for us, as we had no idea how food used to taste. This was some time ago! So, what goes around comes round again...:(


goldenrod.

[firefangled]

I would dream tonight of strawberries!
I would dream of them as once I did know, tactile sweetness, on the tongue,
true strawberry of long ago.

I would sigh for the tomato, beefeater-red.
A tomato known, blind-folded,
not a taste,genetically,bred!
Gone, forever!

Slain, by a better life, through...chemistry!

What land now gives up nature's bounty,
What earth, today transfers nature's goodness, root to leaf, what taste is worthy of remembrance?

When we, in a future time, try recalling the true essence of a feast!


goldenrod.

This has a dreamlike character to it, an intoxication perhaps, possibly self induced. I love its rambling lines.

[Kafka's Crow]

(Anza)

The poem was written on remembered remarks of a teacher who was a captain in WW2. Who told our class (English Lit.) that he felt sorry for us, as we had no idea how food used to taste. This was some time ago! So, what goes around comes round again...:(


goldenrod.


Good one Rod! I feel sorry for my children for they would never know what true breakfast tasted and smelled like, poor 'Cheerios' generation!

[ampoule]

The poem was written on remembered remarks of a teacher who was a captain in WW2. Who told our class (English Lit.) that he felt sorry for us, as we had no idea how food used to taste. This was some time ago! So, what goes around comes round again...:(


Yes, tis true, but will we ever get back to the table? ;)
Enjoyed your poem even if it does mention strawberries. It's almost impossible to pick out all of those tiny seeds. :D

[goldenrod]

(firefangled)

Many years ago, as an evacuee, I tasted true strawberries growing wild...worth all the peyote and LSD...and a much better induced dream-like state!

goldenrod.

[goldenrod]

(Kafka's Crow)

And, god knows what your grand-children will be eating, when your children pass on the same message!


goldenrod.

[goldenrod]

(ampoule)

My wife knows that only too well, recently having an encounter with diverticulitis, which landed her in hospital...a long story...but one I had run the haematology dep. in, a long, long time ago! Strawberries are now on her list of the "verboten".I would pick the tiny seeds out for her, if only I could.:(

goldenrod.