Just a tilt in tone
At the denouement,
Like your whimper
A second before
The soup bowl
Began to spill.
Ask away,
But don’t wonder
Why I wince.
Just a tilt in tone
At the denouement,
Like your whimper
A second before
The soup bowl
Began to spill.
Ask away,
But don’t wonder
Why I wince.
Carol Ann Hoel
I’d whimper, too, if the soup bowl were to spill. If I were sitting next to the whimpering one, I’d wince. I’m not sure I’m getting it, but what kind of soup was it? It’s a delightful verse. Blessings to you…
jacsprat
Oh, I was just trying to show how asking a question can be like spilling hot soup on someone by accident…or maybe not by accident. I was trying to capture the tone of voice of the person asking the painful question and the reaction of the person forced to come up with an answer.
No soup bowls or people were harmed in the making of this poem! 😀
Carol Ann Hoel
Cool. I like knowing what is behind your words. Sometimes it is very apparent, and sometimes my curiosity wants know more. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you…