Poetry

Gooey Poems

 

My poems

Are like homemade

Chocolate chip cookies–

Fresh, gooey

And warm.

I try to bake

Them slowly

With a little bit

Of my soul.

Each poem is flavorful,

Each stanza

stands alone.

I mix

Just enough sugar,

Flour and butter–

Not too sweet,

Not too dry.

I taste the poem

Out loud.

I wash it down

With an ice-cold

Glass of milk.

And wrap the poems

In a cute, red bow.

©️mark tulin

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

10 comments on “Gooey Poems

  1. Love it, also now hungry. 😂

  2. Ahhhhh warm and fuzzy!

  3. Why not?😉

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