Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Disappointment for Lunch

I staked my happiness
on mozzarella sticks.
Breaded, gooey beauty, 
melting on my tongue
like a cheesy waterfall.

Eagerly, I made my way
down the cafeteria stairs,
oblivious to the chattering crowd.
My eyes stuck to the corner,
where the warmer glinted
like a mecca of savory flavor,
a treasure trove of steaming delicacies.

But as I approached
the see-through warmer doors,
egads! No mozzarella sticks
looked back at me.
The smile melted off my face
and pooled onto the floor.
All that I could do
was mop it up and shove it 
in my pocket 
and move on, 
sadly trudging
through my cheese-less day.

5 comments:

  1. I could be wrong here, but I am guessing this is in part a parody of Elizabeth Bishop's poem, "A Miracle for Breakfast," which we looked at briefly in class. Either way, I found this simple poem amusing and effortless. It doesn't ask much of the reader, but it gives a good deal back through its humor and vivid imagery. I like the clever play on words when the smile melts (like cheese) on the face of the speaker in the poem. I liked the ending line, which is funny and resonates. My suggestion for improvement is simply that this could be longer, and I think it would hold up and make the poem more engaging and immersive. Bring on the cheese!

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  2. this poem is very fun! It has the economical quality that we've discussed in class. I especially love your description of your smile melting. It sort of has a hallucinogenic, other-wordly quality.

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  3. very entertaining and a pleasure to read! great job! I love "cheesy waterfall" and "Mecca of savory flavor"

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  4. This is how I felt the day the YU caf stopped selling curly fries and never brought them back. (RIP)

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  5. I loved this poem! It felt very relatable the way that over the course of a day a thing that in the grand scheme of things is really quite small feels like the biggest deal. I also really loved that you used the word "egads." I am trying to decide whether or not that word is under used; perhaps it is and wouldn't it be fun if it came back, or maybe that would detract its fun.

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