The reign of our food
is clouded with foes.
I won’t dig into
the cons and cheap pros
or theories that spread
like diseases and woes.
Just one simple question:
Do we care to know
and feed ourselves fully,
so good things may grow?
—
A Quadrille using the word “cloud” (clouded here) written for
dVerse.
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So much fashion statements in those rules of what we eat and what we don’t…
This brings home how many ways we can consider “cloud.” In way to many instances, we take advantage of cloud cover.
Very good question. I love how you took clouds, related them to food, but with an underlying thought of spiritual food and not just edibles. This works on so many levels.
‘The reign of our food is clouded with foes.’ Such a strong and poignant opening!!
Excellent use of “cloud.” Here’s hoping that we all may grow good among us.
This is one of those poems that works on several levels. That is one of the fundamental questions of life, isn’t it? Do we want to know the truth or not? Do we really want to know?
This really is food for thought. I like the way you’ve used the prompt word, ‘cloud’ in the opening line – a challenging statement.
I like your unique take on this prompt. Well done.
We are what we eat, the physical and the metaphysical. Food for thought indeed.
Feed our bodies and souls with unclouded thoughts.