To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
Eye Hath Not Seen I watched a $50,000 truffle dog on the Food Channel. He sniffed out truffles that sell for $200 a pound. I may never have truffles here on earth, but I do believe that, at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, there will be: truffles fried and truffles pie’d, truffles breaded, stuffed and dried, creamy truffles casseroled, truffles hot, and truffles cold, truffles candled béchamel, More than earthly tongue can tell, Truffles lost in butter sauce, In a salad, deftly tossed, In a bread, homemade and baked, In a sweet dessert, square-caked, Dinner entrée, breakfast fare-- We will see them everywhere! And I like believing that the truffle dog will be there-- the sleek, devoted, friend-to-man-- begging scraps, like all dogs, on either side of heaven. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2004-05-05 11:46:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.81250
Marcia,
You have quite the imagination! This is just wonderful.
I can just picture that dog rolling in the truffles like my dog rolls in ...um well the
grass. lol sorry...
What grand imagry you evoke! This piece flows incredably well, too.
Being a chocolate addict, I really would like it if this
chocolate heaven wish came true!
Thanks for putting this crazy thought in my head.
Blessings,
Jennifer