A strong steady fire
is what I hope for.
Too long the pre-heating
and energy is wasted.
Team of chefs
well-steeped in your craft
tossing me into the stew:
Please pierce my brain from the first
to dispel steam,
to allow even cooking.
Please discard the worn-out recipe.
Pick me to serve a higher purpose.
A decades-old poem reworked in exactly 55 words for Friday Flash 55.
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6 comments:
we can all hope our destiny is a higher purpose...interviews can def be boiler rooms as well....
Oh yeah Lydia, you nailed this one! Most excellent comparison you've made.
I loved your Hot Spot 55
Thanks for this beauty of a retread, Thanks for your much appreciated support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
You're hired, chica. You always oput so much of yourself--ahem--into everything you're part of!
Shay
The event may have been ghastly, but your writing is superb! You truly deserve much more than a worn-out recipe! It will take something new and enchanting to direct your energy.
Blessings and Bear hugs!
They do say that when it comes to interviews throwing a dart at a board is as likely to get you the correct candidate - but being interviewed can certainly feel like being grilled, fricasseed and boiled for several hours :)
Before I saw the photo, read the crisp text. An extended haiku it seemed. Brought thoughts of many times of being "decided upon" professionally and personally--and moving on.
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