I know I haven't posted anything for A LONG time (a month), and I greatly apologize for that. I'm been super busy, and since exams are coming soon (I haven't started studying...eeek) I'll defs be kept busy for the next couple weeks too. So I have a million more recipes to share with you - but those will have to wait for another time.
For this post, I feel as if I need to spread some inspiration and insight... yeah, right. Well partially right actually. I have some [badly written] poems that I [had to] write for english class, so here there are!
Enjoy this not food related blog post!
Sonnet:
Circadian Rhythm
An inferno blazes amidst the sky,
the moon and stars hide from its beating.
If only the world could comply
what time of day it is without cheating.
The sun surrenders while Sweden's sleeping,
but that's not the case in Canada's region.
As I am caught leaping
from time zone to time zone, I get an abrasive lesion.
But times do change, as you and I, our comforts
are not to be relied upon,
for each minute, and hour the day slowly inverts
and is not repeated until dawn.
Don't wait for daylight to transpire because time doesn't wait
for those who are late.
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Villanelle:
Life in the Attic
I hear my heart pound like his fists on the door,
A sea of evil has arrived, I ruminate, is this legal?
Though I wait for more.
Dust accumulates on the floor
In that attic, for a moment I get distracted - oh look, a weevil...
I hear my heart pound like his fists on the door.
Will I see another cascade of colours come down in Autumn for
My lifeless limbs seek to taste my mothers kneidel,
But still, I wait for more.
The rupturing bullets rumbles and roars,
Dear Star of David, please, keep me safe without upheaval;
I hear my heart pound like his fists on the door.
I wish that the horrors were just fabricated lore's,
But the shrieks from below stab me like needles;
As I wait, for more.
The rusted lock separating our two world's soars,
Can these times get any more Medieval?
I hear my heart pound like his fists on the door,
And I close my eyes, as I wait for more.
Don't worry, my next post will be about food. But until then, maybe make some of that kniedel that the character in the second poem was craving, until next time, I'll gladly take some recipe suggestions. Also, does anyone know a good granola recipe?
