Swirls of steam perform a brilliant ballet for my eyes,
Carrying the aromas of sweet tomato and garlic.
Perfectly grilled sourdough crunches crisply
As my teeth sink through to meet soft, melted cheddar.
The flavor of the year's harvest bursts forth with each spoonful.
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The warm memory of a well-earned meal from a past Autumn, for the Sensational II Challenge:
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Comments (14)
Fantastic!!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Spectacular!!! Now, I am ready to eat!!!💕❤️❤️
Well, now I’m hungry! Delicious entry, Dana!
I didlikeitdidn't I! This is magical and uplifting and yes, I want some sourdough and tomato soup, sir! Get it ready for shipping now. Well done!
Mmmmmmm! And now I'm craving tomato soup!! 😅 Beautiful piece here Dana!!
Well-wrought! Drooling like Homer Simpson over here...
Perfect timing for an avalanche of garden tomatoes!
Now I'm hungry. No. Greedy.
Oh, does this make me feel, everything
This is as great poem, sounds great
YUM YUM IN MY TUM!
Wonderfully Tasty Piece of Poetry
YUM! I want some. Delicious job!
Mmm. This poem is yummy.