Ripe Tomato at 3 pm

Ripe Tomato at 3 pm

Not a meal, but a Saturday treat.
Heirloom, of course, ripe with memories.
Savoring the process of your hand moving,
slow and smooth, the serrated knife laying
each slice on the bread, each slice layered
with mayo turning pink with juice.
Now held in two hands, that second slice
firmly in place, mayo in a bead, hugging
the crust edge, juice falling to the plate
in languid drops. Eyes closed with each bite,
you relish this simple pleasure.
My pleasure now in recalling this,
bringing you back after so many years
as I take my own bite and savor the memory.

This poem is my response to Poetics Tuesday – food!,
the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

Image source: washingtonpost.com

47 thoughts on “Ripe Tomato at 3 pm

  1. Yummy poem and memory, Ken. For those who like to cook, the preparation is at least half of the enjoyment. Here you show that watching one who likes to prepare food can be pleasurable as well.

    P.S. I love cheese and tomato panini!

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  2. This is gorgeously encapsulated, Ken! I especially like the image; “Now held in two hands, that second slice firmly in place, mayo in a bead, hugging the crust edge, juice falling to the plate in languid drops.”💝💝

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  3. For me it was blended soft scrambled eggs and chorizo pan-fried for sandwiches, with feta cheese and a thousand island dressing, mixed with cholula on lightly toasted corn street Tortillas — dipped in corn & black bean salsa INCREDIBLE!

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  4. Memory triggers are personal. Only some will actually relish eating a tomato sandwich with mayonnaise, but we can all appreciate the memory of watching a loved one preparing something they enjoyed. That’s what I find touching in your poem.

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