To Tomato Soup

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 108

In the storm of rapid cycling and tears
It is the red fruit brings comfort to me
With warmth to my heart and soothing my fears
In my crockpot this elixir is born
Infusing stock and embracing the veg
To comfort a man so tattered and torn
His existence teeters on the thin edge
In his kitchen he can let it all go
Releasing his creative passion free
With tomato soup and a fresh bread wedge
Maybe baking a cake before the dawn
But tomato soup that begins the flow
Of healing and love when all else says no

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