Garlic
In my house garlic represents
The recognized principle of events.
Revealing dawn
Rural silence in the kitchen.
Smell transporter rim of furrows.
While making juice
The whole field appears in the aromas.
Shipwreck of flavors
In the saffron of the dish.
Conveyor smell
Furrow edge.
Each Sunday
I offer your secrets.
Grinding each string
In love.
Such a secret lover of taste.
Small vintage seed.
Nice!!
The taste of garlic is otherworldly. I'm definitely a 'a secret lover of taste', and I really appreciate this poem. Deep, relatable, and fun. Well done and thank you for sharing.
PS: If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too, especially my newest poem: https://steemit.com/poetry/@lukakorba/heart-for-eternity-poem
I like your poem. You made me think of, what else? Garlic! :)
thank you all @lukakorba i will thank you very much im glad you like it
Very nice content, thank you for the share
@gabash what does it mean!?