SENSORY POETRY - STIR FRY - JOHNNIE
SENSORY POEM - STIR FRY
By: Johnnie
The grainy feeling of the rice when I wash it.
The water hitting my skin.
As I turn on the stove,
I can smell the gasoline,
and it makes my nose tingle.
I chop up the bright red peppers and the eye watering onions,
and add them to the skillet.
I pour in the rest of the ingredients,
watching them dance around in the oil.
I step away from the stove to grab some seasonings
and I hear the skillet hiss at me because the heat was too high.
I was so starving,
I felt like I hadn't eaten in years.
After I turned the heat down and finished cooking,
I felt like I was going to die of starvation.
I couldn't wait to eat any longer.
Even though the food was hot,
I immediately shoved a spoonful into my mouth,
Tasting the savory flavor of the vegetables and seasonings,
and I felt like I was in heaven.
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