Osso Buco
The reconciled, the residue of one’s
virtues displayed or absorbed
that within become the basis for
talk: furtive movements, the knife’s
gentle persuasion, wine
afforded the quality of enhancement.
We must preserve the truth, and other
disingenuous phrases, as if we may
admit our tastes only at great cost
to our politics and sense of being.
And fruitful loss – the reduction
sauce, or stock evaporated – which
attaches in dissipation
the grace of subtlety. To be more
with less. To be apparent yet
concealed. To be, in turn, aware.
O at the Edges 
Excellent combination of words there. The way you write about the the greed and loss with the political reasons that are always the reason that leads to frustration of life – fruitloss, you say.
Great poem, Robert!
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Thank you, Sherrie. It started out about food, but became something else. Funny how that is.
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haha LOL Food can inspire! What did you eat before you wrote this poetry? hehe …
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It wasn’t osso buco!
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Billy Collins also has a great poem on this topic.
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Which poem? I’d love to read it.
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Same title. In both Sailing Around the Room and The Art of Drowning.
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Got it. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Collectables and commented:
The poetry of food. Couldn’t have said it better myself.
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Thank you for reblogging!
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Poetry as puzzle! I’ll solve it, Bob, and have a great time doing it! Blindfolded! While solving my Rubik’s Cube! But first I have to eat a chicken pot pie to get the taste of that osso buco outta my mouth. Yukko! 🙂
Ron
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No, no, Ron. You must have the taste of osso buco in your mouth. Chicken pot pie will lead you astray!
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Hmmm…being led astray isn’t a bad thing, you know. And it beats not being led at all. So now, I will lead you and the other readers to the Billy Collins poem with the same title as yours!
http://www.breakoutofthebox.com/ossobuco.htm
Ron
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Alas, astray is my natural state. And thank you for leading us to the Billy Collins poem!
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You’re welcome, Bob! By the way, did you know that Arkansas has an inscription on its license plates that reads “The Natural State”? Just thought you ought to know. Of course, the bodily fluids of a Diamond Back Rattlesnake are also natural, but I don’t see that as a particularly endearing charm. Still, those hillbillies keep putting that “natural” brag on their license plates! Go figure!
Ron
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You sure have a way with words! That was excellent. Thank you for sharing.
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You’re very kind, Dom. Thank you.
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This caused a wry smile.
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Then my work is done!
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Excellent!
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Thank you.
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