Gruyere
Thinking of speech and the gruyere sliver
balancing on that blade, which nouns push it over,
which hold it in place. How simplicity defies the complex.
Like the hard-crusted bread of flour, water, salt and yeast.
The elemental surge. A little steam. An incantation
born of emptiness: he speaks but says nothing
as the cheese teeters on the edge, suffering
the plight of the incomprehensible. Funny
that adding more reduces the whole, and less
flavors it. A few words, a spice. A syllable.
Milk and rennet. Verbs. A confident tongue.
“Gruyere” was published in Nthanda Review, an online literary magazine out of Mawali, in January 2019.
Okay, I really love this poem. Totally not biased since smoked Gruyere is one of my favorites. 😁
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Oh, gruyere! My fave is cave-aged. Mmm. With a piece of fruit, say pear, and a sip of sparkling wine. Hard to beat!
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Ooh, I’d have to try that sometime! That sounds so good.
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It is!
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