Food is My Enemy

Today is number 12 of my 30-day poetry-writing spree and things are still going well. Except for the fact that I’ve been posting my works later than I would like to, not a day has gone by without my posting a verse to this blog.

I often take pictures of food when sitting down to eat. Matters not where dinner takes place—at home, at someone else’s place, a restaurant or wherever, my trusty little camera or cell phone points and snaps at dishes for the fun of it. Good thing my subconscious must have known I would need dishes for this posting some day.

So without further ado… I give you the poem…

Food is My Enemy

Food is my enemy.

I do not understand.

No matter what portion I eat

I’m stuck at its command.


Delicious cheesecake prompts my hands to

Put more in my mouth.

Cheese potatoes taste so good I

Need an extra ounce.

Turkey drumsticks—chicken too

Make me feel good when I’m blue.

I just don’t know what to do.

Everywhere I go, there’s food.

Some say, “Chomp a-plenty

You’re too skinny—eat—enjoy.”

Other’s say, “Don’t take all that

Put some back—you’re getting fat.”

What direction should I take?

At each turn, I see fruitcake;

Fountains of punch overflowed,

Appetizers dressed with toad.

Pancakes,

Hotcakes,

Flapjacks,

What?

Cut them with a fork—

Add nuts

On top of maple syrup.

Drink tea in a fancy cup.

Food is my enemy.

Still I need it to grow.

Perhaps it will not puff me up if

I eat it very slow.

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 12, 2013

I hope you enjoyed this silly poem about finding oneself surrounded by food. Of course it was filled with hyperbole but that made it fun to write.

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