Sunday, August 28, 2016

Poetry Sunday

What more is there to say? ...

Ode to Chocolate
by Barbara Crooker

I hate milk chocolate, don't want clouds
of cream diluting the dark night sky,
don't want pralines or raisins, rubble
in this smooth plateau. I like my coffee
black, my beer from Germany, wine
from Burgundy, the darker, the better.
I like my heroes complicated and brooding,
James Dean in oiled leather, leaning
on a motorcycle. You know the color.

Oh, chocolate! From the spice bazaars
of Africa, hulled in mills, beaten,
pressed in bars. The cold slab of a cave's
interior, when all the stars
have gone to sleep.

Chocolate strolls up to the microphone
and plays jazz at midnight, the low slow
notes of a bass clarinet. Chocolate saunters
down the runway, slouches in quaint
boutiques; its style is je ne sais quoi.
Chocolate stays up late and gambles,
likes roulette. Always bets
on the noir.

Have a good day. Wine, chocolate, and fruit usually help to make it so.

More thoughts tomorrow.



Mike said...

Ah chocolate!

Elvis Wearing a Bra on His Head said...

Chocolate is always the winner!

John Hill said...

Definitely a chocolate fan!

Banana Oil said...

Nothing wrong with milk chocolate.

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