I wrote a Poem!!!!

[therockyhorror]

I just wrote this poem very late or rather early in the morning and was actually happy with the result. I went into it with the title already decided which is not my normal style. The ending was really a surprise to me. The ending is really one of my deepest fears and I'm a little flabbergasted that it found its way into the poem. I hope that whoever reads this can connect as well.

Ingredients of a Dream

By Raquel Sandler

Stacks of cookbooks with recipes collected
When followed and trusted, will be what’s expected.
Apple crumble or lemon mirange pie
Are so delicious! I should give it a try.
Sweet aroma fills my nose as I chew,
Each warm mouthful is far to few.
The idea of how my custard would taste
Overpowered my dreams for a slimmer waist.

Next time, instead of dessert made of cream
I’ll bake a recipe rich with ingredients of a dream.
This list of such decadence I have always known.
There’s preserved youth, some hope, home grown,
A pinch of goosebumps from a refreshing breeze,
There’s indescribable relief after an awfully loud sneeze.
I’m gonna squeeze my creative juices into a cup
Sprinkle in melody and rhythm then mix it all up.
The secret to getting one’s desire to rise
Is add a few tear drops from puffy eyes.

Still the trouble with this recipe is not preparation.
Rather a tasty idea not meeting expectation.
Considering how many times I’ve burned my food,
I might just overcook the dreams I’ve brood.