Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Peas Porridge Hot...

"...my kettle of wasted dreams ready for the compost pile..."

Peas Porridge Hot...

The porridge is cold,
it has sat too long.
It lost its flavor.
No amount of salt will help now.

Thick and unpalatable,
I got the recipe wrong.
It was inedible
from the very start.

And, so I am reminded
you cannot make gourmet
out of everyday.
I thought that I knew how to cook,
to create great delights,
but the recipe was all wrong.

So, here I sit alone
with my kettle of wasted dreams
ready for the compost pile.

The effort it takes
to search out a new recipe
and begin over again
is beyond me now.
I will just sit here
and eat stale bread.






Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved.
Published in the April 2, 2018 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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2 Reader Comments
Linda Imbler
04/02/2018
04:06:00 PM
A fine write from a fine poet. Love the layered nuance of this.
Partha Chatterjee
04/02/2018
09:30:25 PM
Fine
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