The Guest Who Arrived After the Feast was Eaten

By Dani Rose

Sure,                “butter noodle” is fun to say!

            Can Poetry be artistically written about butter noodles?

Wafts of steam rise from reeling ribbons

Of odiferous silent stalk…

Slipping like eels,       they slap each other

                        and sound as they slide from my spoon         sssSplat!

But what’s the good in that?

            Beauty with no substance,                  no value?

     Can meaning be derived from a bowl of buttered bliss?

                                                            Perhaps, the Butter Noodle is a metaphor

for the elusiveness of Desire

                                                                        Perhaps,

the most difficult part of ambition

                                                is swallowing your Failures,

                        ingesting Humility

until it fuels your cells

                                                to achieve

Perhaps,

                        the taste of achievement is not as                   Rich

            as the Scent of Necessity…

REeeach

STreettCH

                                    jUMp

and pray.

In the End, they are ONLY buttered noodles.