It was something that flit by
that gave me pause in my thoughts
creating much chaos, I do not lie
refrain do I from connecting the dots?
Disturbed I am by something physical
but drawn to return to speculation so whimsical
A break in links often disturb my plans
if it wasn't for those pesky eyes
I would conjure those thoughts in shallow pans
and enjoy the newly made curry with some rice
but now I can do only little but weep
having been shaken from thoughts so deep
This is another moment lost
to a sound vibrating within my ears
I would have the idea on a roast
marveling it's taste with some pears
but it has been sadly sabotaged
by something so hopelessly camouflaged
I have lost the pattern in my thoughts
to a weird smell that reached my nostrils
I would boil the concept to a froth.....
but alas why do I feel so nasal
There is a sight that open my eyes
and a dry hiss pulls my ears
sitting on the cooktop in front of me
lies the burn remnants of nothing nice
smoke so strong it bring me to tears
and now I have no evening meal.
Note: This poem is about daydreaming while cooking. and not noticing that the food getting burnt is trying to pull you from your reverie, until it is too late