Food Porn Poetry A Work in Progress Poetry Collection of Object Prose Poems About Food

In this project, I am doing an in-depth exploration of the object prose poem.

Study.com defines the prose poem as prose contains narrative and does not follow any set rhythm, while poetry is rhythmic and image-based. So, what is prose poetry then? It's quite simple. Prose poetry is anything that combines these elements into a single piece of writing! If you want a stricter definition, prose poetry is poetry that is not written in verse and contains other poetic attributes, such as rhythm and metaphors.

In other words, poetry that is written in paragraphs. One of my first readings of prose poetry was Notes on the Orgasm by Nin Andrews. Truly delicious and intellectually stimulating.

So, this project will be a collection of object prose poems and the topic is food. The first poem I wrote for this project is called...

Egg

Apparently, we are still deciding whether you come first…or not, though in any other scenario, it is the child before the adolescent, and the child before the adult. You insult me. Break the shells against my windows, but I stand on the side of my own opinion, because yes, I do want bacon with that and you have provided the yolks.

Your life is a joke. You do not see yourself as a beginning and an end. You are a circle, and the stress never really ends, does it? You’re giving birth to the cycle. You are hatching the egg. She is making you her bitch, but she is your child. So can you really hit her with a frying pan? What is the point of being fragile, if you were not designed to break? Give it a little shake and swirl as the milky sun runs around your buttered bowl.

You have never been whole. We do not know where you hail from. You are either a motherless orphan, or a childless mother, and thus history does wash, rinse, and repeat though it has gone out of fashion in several classrooms.

I throw your broke ass back onto the stove, tell you, Get in that batter! I am going to complete you. Make you into that buttery goodness that my mother flips from that frying pan. And I don’t know why that makes you sad. No one eats flour in all its naked glory. People tend not to eat powdered cocaine, though I do believe that is something you should sprinkle on everything. I guarantee they will come back for more. But don’t envy the booger sugar, every well-stocked kitchen has a few eggs to crack.

But if history is repeating, then you will find your way back.

More poems are soon to come, I have a list of foods (and beverages) listed below. I'm going to need a much longer list before this poetry collection is done. Help me build the list by adding something. I will be posting a few of the resulting poems as I write them. 

I welcome the challenge. 🙂

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You do not see yourself as a beginning and an end.
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I am going to complete you.
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What is the point of being fragile, if you were not designed to break? 
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a fabulous poem coming soon

another fabulous poem that I haven't written yet. 🙂

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