Day 11 of NaPoWriMo

“Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem of the five senses. Pick an experience that is very sensory, and of which you have a strong sense memory — like hearing a train whistle, jumping into a rain puddle, catching that first whiff of lilac on a spring day, eating ice cream at the beach. One of those might work for you, or you might have one from your own past (eating jelly sandwiches in the woods springs to my particular mind). Then try to bring all five senses into it. What do you see, smell, feel, taste, and hear? Try to be as specific as possible, capturing that moment across all five senses.Package all that up, and you’ll have your poem. Good luck!”


I’ve decided to go all Caribbean for this one.  I do miss that place sometimes, mainly for the people, the partying, the beaches; not so much for the armed robbery, carjackings, and Gestapo police force.

Viva Chavez, pero bien lejos de aqui. Bueno no, mejor que se muera, pues.

Conmigo siempre es la cocina,
Me atrae y me socializa.
Me inspira y me reta.
Llena la casa de olores nostálgicos:
Es cebolla con ajo, y el tomate con aguacate pa coloreá el perico.
Escucho de fondo un Amparito o un Chamo Candela,
Y a veces Oye Como Va o La Bamba que me poniá llorá.
Cortando calienturas, recién del Tosti-Arepa
Pa rellená con queso rallao y caraotas negras.

¿Quién me enseña hace empanadas de cazón?

By galacticrenaissance

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