Attribution: Deborah Glassner
Layers upon layers thinly veiled
Lucid in form but round unwittingly
Peeling each piece to reveal
Pungent that waters the eyes freely
Upon cutting vapors escape
The idea is to contain the upward surge
A simple solution can be made
Cut under water and no vapors emerge
Upon cutting vapors escape
The idea is to contain the upward surge
A simple solution can be made
Cut under water and no vapors emerge
A bulb soft but crunchy
Burns the lips when taken raw
Not as bad as peppers be
Tolerable munching by the jaw
Presented here as an orb
Blend of cut onions
Of green hues atop
Salads, anyone?
For Margaret's hosting at Real Toads on Orbs Interpetations
Mrsupole's Theme Thursday with - lucid
For Margaret's hosting at Real Toads on Orbs Interpetations
Mrsupole's Theme Thursday with - lucid
salad I would eat, but no onion as I don't like that as a treat
ReplyDeleteonions ... love them in all their varieties.
ReplyDeleteNice ode, Hunk, but they - not my fave, although we always use the onion for health purposes...
ReplyDeleteSo vivid my nose tingles and my eyes water. Nice Write.
ReplyDeletelayer upon layer, love them or hate them, but you can't ignore them
ReplyDeleteI thought the verse was excellent, but I will now tell you something strange.
ReplyDeleteI am Epiletic and I always get an awareness if a seizure(they;re not bad ones)
is due.....I smell onions. strange but true.
Yvonne.
Such a good development of the poetic/metaphoric potentials of an onion. Very much enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteYes, great poem!
ReplyDeleteI'll take one
ReplyDeleteNo onions for my salad but prefer them in my meats ~ I had always known that trick of cutting them under the water Hank ~ Have a good weekend ~
ReplyDeleteLove your poem, Hank. Onions are so tasty. :)
ReplyDeletei had heard that about onions, holding them under water keeping the vapors down....i love onions...and knew a guy once that ate them like apples...
ReplyDeleteCooking without onions is like a night sky without stars:)
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