Onion orb by Deborah Glessner
onion is an interesting story -
it is poetry and motion,
frost shut in and poor
onion is connected to the following things:
it is a parent
it is tender
onion is the first to bloom,
an excellent antidote to the adverse effect
of scorching heat of the sun and hot wind
onion is simply sweet
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His face trembled with fear so pale, like thin onion sliced by wasted knife.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Artistic Interpretation with Margaret - Orbs
I have used the list poem technique - Googlism & 55 words for the G-man ~ Happy Friday ~ Shared with D'verse - Second part is an American Sentence - 17 syllables ~
I love this post, but I don't love onions :)
ReplyDeleteReally, they add flavor to dishes ~
Delete…it is the first to bloom. Interesting. Onions so hurt my eyes - often make me cry BUT they add the flavor to so many of my favorite dishes (love red onions in salads) … I am very generous with onions and garlic… I was introduced to googlism from dVerse as well - and I've used it a few times as a "kickstart".
ReplyDeletethey do so my son cuts them up already and puts them in a tupperware~ when i cook, its already sliced & ready for the salad as well ~ Thanks for the wonderful challenge Margaret ~
Deletelucky you :)
DeleteThis is a great post - nice use of the orb
ReplyDeleteThanks Sam ~
Deleteits pretty as well...i rather like vidalia onions....yum...sauteed....googlism comes up with some pretty cool pairings...and american sentences are def a fav we have done as well...
ReplyDeleteSweet & tasty, thanks Brian ~
DeleteI like this. For me, onions are like potatoes. Delicious in so many ways! Also very good for us. However I just learned, after years of my dogs eating them, that onions aren't good for dogs. Who knew!
ReplyDeleteOh really, ha ~ I like them as potatoes too ~ Thanks Karen
Delete"like thin onion sliced by wasted knife" - I love this phrase. And I love onions! :)
ReplyDeleteme too ~ Thanks ~
DeleteSmiling through my tears. The cut edge of an onion held on swelling reduces it. And I particularly like the see-through onion of your 17 syllable sentence.
ReplyDelete(Did your page also stop spell checking? I had come to relly on that! Now I have to proofread and do it poorly!)
It's still checking spelling but sometimes misses it too ~ I used spell check & word counter in a separate sheet ~
DeleteTake care Susan ~
love onions....great how you used several forms here incorporated into one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Katy ~
DeleteOnions are essential for cooking but I never considered them in such a poetic light! But sweet? You should taste some of the hot hot hot ones I grew last summer. I can't seem to grow a sweet onion but I know they exist. I know it.
ReplyDeleteThere are sweet tasting onions ~ Thanks Yvonne ~
DeleteYour poem is layered like a lovely sweet onion.
ReplyDeletethe essence of an onion captured in words... well done Grace....
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done and nicely layered.
ReplyDeleteSure peeled back the layers of the onion today, but you can eat my share at your bay lol
ReplyDeleteThis orb really does give the impression there is more to an onion than meets the eye.
ReplyDeleteAll the layers you have here. Onions aren't shy. I think that's why I love them so much. Mind you, this could apply to so much more than an onion. Intriguing and beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteAnd I forgot to add that I wish you an inspired and beautiful 2014, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI like the list poem technique with googlism. I haven't tried that one before - may have to give it a go! Have a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteI love onions but I try to avoid chopping them, having others do it. So beautifully penned. I really liked the identity you imparted to onions through your words.
ReplyDelete-HA
Nice use of the googlism prompt, Grace. Onions are also an overworked metaphor; you've avoided that trap skillfully.
ReplyDeletereally like the American sentence, Grace - happy weekend :) ~
ReplyDeletecool... i have to do a googlism poem as well again soon... you get the most off-beat results.. i love onions...they're def. poetry and an interesting story... multi-layered..
ReplyDeletethis is really nicely done, and to get hope into an onion is quite brilliant.
ReplyDeleteWow, a lot more to onions than I realized.
ReplyDeleteThis is much good to be said for onions!!
ReplyDeleteI like some recipes that include onions but I'd never thought of using them for poetry! Very clever, Grace!
ReplyDeleteWow.. I love how you used googlism here.
ReplyDeleteI don't like shoes that pinch your toes
ReplyDeleteOr people that squirt you with the Garden Hose
But oooh, I like Onions!
And Grace, you give me brilliance and creativity every week.
You are one in a Million
Loved your odiferous 55
Thanks for playing, You ROCK from Timmins to Richmond Hill
Have a Kick Ass Week-End Eh?
Love onions - love what you've done with them!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
an excellent antidote to the adverse effect
ReplyDeleteof scorching heat of the sun and hot wind
Besides being food it has certain other properties mending wounds or warding off evil spirits. Wonder if these are true! Nicely Grace!
Hank
What a wonderful and unique look at the onion! Great take on the orb.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and that picture is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteInteresting combination as to how you bring in both forms. Loved the effect of American sentence.
ReplyDeleteWow so much to say from the onion orb! Wonderful look at what I usually think of as a simple vegetable.
ReplyDeleteI love the appreciation and honor you give to this plant and that last lone lingering line near the bottom is intriguing. Nicely Grace!
ReplyDeleteBut in the end, onions peel down to nothing and leave you crying.
ReplyDeleteI liked this
ReplyDeleteFun to read and I love all the nods to this flavorful bloom~
ReplyDeleteClever!
I love the format - and your take on the humble onion, Grace.
ReplyDeleteNice ode to onion, and baked it's sweet..
ReplyDeleteI'll have a side of sauteed onions on everything I eat today, please ... :-)
ReplyDeleteOnions are yum food raw with salt, love the red ones best, course no kisses from the wife--oddly enough garlic neither.
ReplyDeleteI've always been tempted to plant "walking onions" but by the time spring finally gets to the prairie, I've forgotten about it.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your poem very much.
K
I love onions...perhaps we should bloom and flavor life like them
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