Spaghetti for breakfast

A rooster crowed last night

above computer light

a lone, untimely call

I stopped, looked through the wall

turned back, to what I was reading

unconvinced by random pleading

for it did only crow once

and there were more important things to consider now, like, I don’t know, this sudden ability to see through the wall…

~

I woke this morning with coffee in my dream

no appetite for solids

just a fragrant, welcome stream

of consciousness, until

I thought of all my thoughts

the ones I should be thinking

and then there were the others

the ones you gave me, sinking

into convolution madness

with an awesome soundtrack playing

the sun is out and colours

are competing with the splaying

of my thoughts into sensations…

 

and now I want

spaghetti for breakfast

~

(Post breakfast edit, I did have leftover pasta. It was delicious. And I think this song should go here…  😁)

 

 

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    1. Reply

      Hi Chuck!
      Is ice cream for breakfast a guy thing? I don’t like anything particularly sweet at that time, well pancakes and maple syrup maybe πŸ™‚ I do LOVE cold pizza though.
      The spaghetti seemed to be a rather perfect analogy of my convoluted thoughts, but then I really did want some. Lol.
      I just said earlier to another friend, we are what we eat, apparently
      I almost called it that. πŸ™‚

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    Our minds seem to know what we should focus on a lot of the time. Especially after coffee. Or spaghetti.

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      Hi.
      Yes, probably. But I can get OCDed.
      I love when I first wake up, sometimes, those times of initial peace, (like the yumminess of coffee) before certain thoughts start…
      The entwined, spaghetti thoughts. Should I eat them and digest them more, or will and should they go straight through? Haha and then, I really do love spaghetti lol.

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        I see your metaphor more clearly now. I completely agree. For a few minutes, there is bliss. And then the list of the day slides into your thoughts and ugh – dread.
        I love angel hair, and I also just got some spaghetti squash which I’m trying tomorrow.

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          I love angel hair too, with garlic and olives in olive oil. Maybe capers. That’s probably my favourite, but I love it all.
          Haven’t had spaghetti squash in a very long time!

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            And basil pesto… Chicken… Provolone… Lol but angel hair by itself just has a good mouthfeel.

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        Was it the middle of the day, or some other non-dawn time? That sounds like the rooster was running late, lol

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            Haha well spaghetti is an anytime food. Like coffee, or wine. πŸ˜€

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            Hey… Totally unrelated, but every time I see a Trivago commercial with the Aussie woman (instead of the silver fox) I think of you.

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              Really? I had to think for a moment, so I looked it up. Just another white noise commercial here haha. Hmmm yes, that’s the younger, thinner version of me! Lol. We probably do sound similar, though.

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                Pffft… You are fine. Silly. The guy made a bunch of commercials, and then suddenly there was her.

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                    I mean you could be in that commercial. 😊 or advert, if you’d rather.

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                    1. Yessir! I would want a coffee in hand as well, or maybe a rum and coke, so when I do ditzy things like trip or forget my lines, it will be obvious why πŸ™‚

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    Gosh – pasta for breakfast. I get queasy at the thought. I used to live with someone who ate curry from the night before. Honestly, I just couldn’t stomach it at all. But great piece of writing, all the same!

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    Vanessa, I really enjoyed this poem. I get your description of the moment of waking and the peace before moving into a day of mad thoughts. Spaghetti for breakfast is one of the less mad thoughts, I would imagine πŸ™‚

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      I am so glad you did. After I ate my breakfast, I re read it again and didn’t like it, so I removed it. A lovely friend of mine emailed me, not realising I had, and told me how much she liked it. So with her encouragement, I put it back up. Thank you for saying.
      I love your last line πŸ™‚

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        It connected with me straight away Vanessa. I think it is the disordered mind thing, although I much prefer sausages for breakfast.

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