Categoria: domestic poetry

  • Sunday

    Sunday

    I woke up all cranky,
    super grumpy,
    with pain in my neck
    and a light head.
    To rebalance myself
    I went to the park,
    the movement and the greenery
    did help a little,
    but not enough.
    My nose was itchy,
    my sinuses exploding.
    I inhaled some steam
    with essential oils in it:
    eucalyptus, peppermint,
    clary sage, rosemary,
    lavender and tea tree.
    I never fail to be amazed
    at how effective it is.
    To celebrate it,
    I wrote this poem,
    sipping thyme herbal tea.
  • Saturday

    Saturday

    I woke up with no rush
    and had a nice breakfast
    with my boyfriend.
    Kefir
    with oats and walnuts
    and dark chocolate.
    I love taking my time
    sipping my hot coffee,
    it’s the smell that gets me,
    not the caffeine.
    The sun was shining,
    we had a little walk
    and then had ravioli for lunch.
    We added cherry tomatoes
    of many hues:
    red, yellow, green,
    orange and purple.
    He cut them all in half
    and I felt a sudden urge
    to arrange them on a plate
    in a multicoloured wheel
    with mozzarella in the centre,
    shaped like a milky flower.
    The dish was finally blessed
    with a twirl of olive oil,
    pepper and oregano.
    It was so simple
    but it felt so good.
    Then I had jasmine green tea.
    I felt at peace.