Breakfast J.R. Solonche Poetry

local_library Breakfast

by J.R. Solonche

Published in Issue No. 276 ~ May, 2020

I eat oatmeal for breakfast.

Sometimes I eat oat bran.

Just for the sake of a little variety.

Unlike Kinnell, I do not invite John Keats to eat breakfast with me.

Did John Keats even eat breakfast?

He was tubercular.

So he didn’t eat much at all.

His favorite food was roast beef sandwiches.

Walter Scott said that cold roast beef was the ideal breakfast dish.

Keats probably knew that.

So, no, I would not think Keats ate oatmeal.

It doesn’t matter.

I’ve always preferred Coleridge over Keats, anyway.

And Blake over both.

I drink coffee standing at the kitchen window.

I once wondered why oatmeal is one word while oat bran is two words.

I researched it, but couldn’t find out.

I look at the birds eat breakfast at the feeders.

I do not invite John Keats.

I eat breakfast alone.

The way breakfast should be eaten.

The way Blake ate breakfast while watching the angels through his window.






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J.R. Solonche is the author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), Invisible (nominated for the Pulitzer Prize by Five Oaks Press), The Black Birch (Kelsay Books), I, Emily Dickinson & Other Found Poems (Deerbrook Editions), In Short Order (Kelsay Books), Tomorrow, Today and Yesterday (Deerbrook Editions), True Enough (Dos Madres Press), The Jewish Dancing Master (Ravenna Press), If You Should See Me Walking on the Road (Kelsay Books), In a Public Place (Dos Madres Press), To Say the Least (Dos Madres Press), For All I Know (Kelsay Books), The Time of Your Life (Adelaide Books), The Porch Poems (Deerbrook Editions), Enjoy Yourself (Serving House Books), and coauthor of Peach Girl: Poems for a Chinese Daughter (Grayson Books). He lives in the Hudson Valley.