Love, Lovers, New Love, Poetry

On Things that Begin With an Onion

(About a 1 minute read)

One day a man began to wonder
If he should put an extra onion in his pocket.

The question nagged him until he became restless
So he threw on his jacket, then strode out his door —
Planning to walk up an answer.

But soon he came upon a woman so beautiful
The soles of his feet tingled to be alive,
And when she began to sing
Yearning overtook him.

He was at such a loss what to say to her,
The words fell from his mouth
As complete strangers to him.

“I like magenta too”, he told her,
Suddenly referring to her spring dress,
“Especially when it glows in the moonlight
On those nights when the cicada sing.”

His tongue stumbled, “But I…I mean….”

“Yes”, she said in a golden voice
That flowed with a deeper understanding,
“I see by your eyes you recognize my beauty,
But do you also see my scars?
And can you read in them my travels,
Can you read in them my stars?”

Then her tongue stumbled, “But I…I mean….”

A light breeze rose and danced by,
Four sparrows burst from a hedge in a flutter of wings,

Their eyes met,
Met and locked each other in empathy,

As time cartwheeled away.

12 thoughts on “On Things that Begin With an Onion”

  1. It’s beautiful, but I don’t understand the onion relation?
    “But do you also see my scars?
    And can you read in them my travels,
    Can you read in them my stars?”
    By far, my favorite lines. ^^

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