In the title alone, Recipe Emotionnel the poet sums up the emotions and happiness that he felt in the arms of his wife and children.
Early morning love and lust, the fond smell of home,
Ruffled sheets, hair, and wear, the plunge in scented foam.
Cheery breakfast, joyous laughs and kisses for the day,
On your way to work or war, not a nerve did fray.
He begun by conveying to his readers the love and sweetness of his wife and the security he felt inside his home. He is really relax. And he is so in love with his pretty wife. That he daydream about her hair and attractive appearance.
His emotions inside his cradle is topnotch. He just love everything about his wife, children and their lovely home.
His fondness, love and contentment radiates to his readers. As a reader, I felt the love, tenderness and contentment of the poet. I felt good.
Your mind is joyful, full of zest, and then it hits you bare,
The worldly noise, traffic and voice, and fetid urban air.
The first flushes of pinkish anger wafting through your mind,
"This hanging wire right above, are these guys so blind?!"
He also shared that he was stress free just before leaving his abode. Then he experienced a different roller coaster of emotions when he face monstrous traffic, noisy people and inhale the polluted air on the way to work. Anger slowly consumes him. He even mentioned the common problems we see on our everyday commute. Like the hanging electrical wires, telephone and other cables.
The office elevators warrant morning smiles, you talk to many more,
By the time you reach your desk, it's work and work galore!
Through the day they sneak in and out, all the emotions here,
Regret, guilt, hate, contempt, shock, and pure fear.
In the next stanza of his poem, he has a nice friendly relationship to everyone. Then work begun, stress slowly creeps in. A roller-coaster of emotions then took over.
That then is your average day of what they call work,
On your way back, your joyous feet test the engine torque.
The wife seems happy, joyful kids rush to meet and hug,
Paradise found! Is what you say at the gentle, hearty tug.
He then summed up his day at work. He expressed on his poem his excitement to rush back to the loving arms of his wife and children. The mere thought of it makes one look forward to the safety of home.
At dinner, it's tender talk, contentment, and pleasure,
All the world can take a break, this bliss the real treasure!
A lively meal, wife's sweet desserts and a dash of jealousy,
The neighbor’s lawn has a snowball bush - did you even see?
The poet shared the love and contentment that he feels whenever he is with his family. He called his family his real treasure. One could relate well to the poets words because almost everyone I know feels the same way as the poet when it comes to their respective families.
His description of a lovely meal makes my stomach growl. He made me miss my Mama terribly. She is a great cook just like the wife of the poet.
The song of Menudo suddenly lingers in my mind upon reading this poem.
"I need your tender kisses, the feel of your hand and your caress."
Well, this poem makes you want to be with your loved ones and the sweet smell of your kitchen and home.
Good job to the poet who put into words what exactly was on my mind.
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