I love how Robert Brewer describes a “doodle poem” in his April 8th prompt:
“So for a poem, I’m thinking this could start off as something small that stays small or builds to epic proportions.”
On reading this prompt, almost at once I thought of cooking a meal. It may start leisurely enough but inevitably builds to that crucial moment when all the cold and cooked dishes must find their way to the table at the peak of their crisp, or piping hot goodness. And then, of course, it all ends with the call.
A counted-word cinquain seemed a good vehicle to deliver a doodle poem.

Doodling Supper
Mix beef
eggs, oatmeal. Peel potatoes.
While meatloaf bakes, tear lettuce, toss
radishes, cucumbers, tomatoes. Set table. Done? Cut. Mash.
Supper’s on!
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
The last line is perfect!
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Thanks, Liz! We’ve all lived this many times, haven’t we?
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