potato pieces plop
into
liquid tomatoes
and browned, boiling onions
slowly stirring
the
simmering stew,
you add a dash of salt
to our love
I normally don't write quick poems out of the blue, but this is an exception. I spontaneously wrote this on my message board in hopes of other people posting their poetry on it as well (by the way, post a poem on my message board!). This too is an observation of some of the ingredients needed not only to make excellent stew, but also to create a loving relationship--both people must add to it, and it cooks slowly. The salt is pretty much up for your own interpretation.