Pious As Lettuce


The hungry pilgrim
Ponders his attitude to
Building a salad.

“Iceberg, Little Gem,
Romaine make me feel holy,”
He says, “Lettuce pray.

“I give thanks and praise.
Fireworks across my tongue.
Ripened tomatoes,

“Beetroot and radish,
Spring onion and watercress …
Love them one and all.

Only cucumber,
Being bitter by nature,
Disagrees with me.”

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 1, 2012, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. You too are salad connoisseur! Love the verse and now I am hungry. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  2. i love how this one rolls off the tongue… so to speak. in fact, it is making my mouth water for the crunchy goodness!


  3. interesting ๐Ÿ™‚


  4. I am smiling, Ben, even though I just ate supper.


  5. Lettuce pray. Chuckling nonstop here. Never will I forget to say grace before eating a salad meal.


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