Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Blooming Onion

Blooming Onion - Pioneer Woman

 

Oh, sweet onion, why do you make me cry
peeling your silky layers, wiping my eyes
cutting pieces of you and I….

I look out my window the roses in bloom
 longing to smell  their heady perfume
but, here I am inhaling pungent fumes

You should be a blooming desert flower
I’ll transform you, soak you for an hour
batter and fry you, dip you in sauce sweet & sour

Your delicate petals will surely be devoured
on lips you will leave smiles, oh, sweet flower

 

posted for dVerse
hosted by Melissa - writing onion poetry

18 comments:

  1. What a sweet flower of the sweet onion. Love your take!

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  2. Another delicious take! Lovely imagery of battered and fried goodness. Onion rings, blooming onions, they're kinds I like.

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  3. A poem of culinary transformation, if you can't be with the one you love - love the one you're with...

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  4. Jane DoughertyAugust 02, 2023

    The onion's revenge.

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  5. You captured the versatility of the humble onion in your poem and turned it into something beautiful.

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  6. Good one! I heard you can also air-fry a battered onion but I haven't tried it yet.

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  7. Your tearless onion looks much prettier than mine!

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  8. Heh. Great job. Made me smile.
    Sandra sandracox.blogspot.com

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  9. This was a treat to read as you embraced the challenge of turning a pungent vegetable into something fabulous. Nice take on the prompt.

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  10. Oooo, I want some of this onion! You got my tastebuds going with this poem!

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  11. A poem to get one's taste buds stirring........onions in sweet and sour are lovely.

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  12. A great ode to the blooming onion!

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  13. Oh yes, I remember the blooming onion dish. One's a meal, I still love them. But I don't eat much fried food anymore, cholesterol problems and meds for me. I can't remember when the last fried onion ring I ate was, I vowed to eat the onion rings raw as the come off the bulb. Same for donuts, I haven't eaten one since 2013. But I will eat an apple fritter.
    A nice poem.
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  14. I like the comparison of onion bloom and scent to roses. I might be craving just a bite now. 🙂

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  15. Darn that blooming onion having layers haha

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  16. Love this, and the photo was tantalizing!

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