Chicken
Soup
I’ve
boiled the bones of
baked
and eaten chicken
now cooled
reach
into the pot
peel
away the meat-remains
notice
the intricacies of these
softened bones
woven
together from a gooey
inner
egg, grown into this
marvelous creature
with
brain enough to have known
how
to live the chicken-life
we’ll eat
at suppertime
this
God-created creature
delicately formed
turned
into tasty, healthy soup
for our living
for
this it died--
our yummy gratitude
Jim Teeters has published poetry in several
anthologies. He conducts poetry workshops for children and adults and is active
in poetry readings in the Seattle area through the Striped Water Poets. He is
the author of six poetry collections and the book, Teach with Style,
(ASTD Press July 2013). Jim is a retired social worker living in Kent,
Washington.
A poem of honor for the humble chicken. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYes - gratitude; thanks!
DeleteLove it Jim!!!
ReplyDeleteDear Jim,
ReplyDeleteThis is a marvelous metaphor about life and could possibly be taken deeper still--thank you for making me think!
Michael
Creative and well-written, Jim. I enjoyed "Chicken Soup." Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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