Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The kitchen haiku

Smell of onions fried
last night still wafts up – open door
or not? Mosquitos ...

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2013)

Instigated by Haiku Heights and Kitchen.

If there is anything I dislike about Rome, it is the plenty of its noiseless, blood-thirsty mosquitos. These guys give you no acoustic warning.
Once again, this is an all-true, razor-edge-of-time piece of poetry. Nothing invented, no artificial ingredients. About to go down to kitchen to open that door and see if there's some fruit for second breakfast.


Anonymous said...

Love this. I come home to smells from cooking after the food is long gone. But, so far, no mosquitoes.

Nice haiku with a surprise punch at the end. Good job.

Please visit my kitchen as I cooked dinner last night:


Usha Menon said...

Nice Haiku. I love the flavour of fried onions.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Onions and mosquitoes--both peskily persistent!

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