Poems I made(2021-ongoing)

Shaking meatball(Dream 1, Part 1 of 1)

Sizzling in it’s pot,
It is small, not a lot.
After all, what could something that size do?
The size of a meatball,
And shaped like one too.
Nothing bad could go wrong
What odd things could it do?
Cooking with my father,
My friends are all playing outside.
We are having pasta today.
The sky is bright blue,
Some clouds out there too.
And my dog who chews on every blade of grass.
The grass is green, and the sidewalk paved,
The loud outside is happy.
The water is boiling, and I am stirring.
A sensation arises in me.
A gut feeling or maybe anxiety?
A new fear has arisen in me.
It stirs inside.
So does the meatball.
That one specifical meatball.
Something about it disturbs me.
I can not tell what it is.


Too round?
Too square?
Too soft?
Too hard?
Too small?
Too large?
Too much?
Too little?
Too wet?
Too dry?
Not ready?
Overcooked?

I cannot tell.
It disturbs me,
And I do not know why.
This meatball is odd,
3 year old me would scream and cry.
7 year old me stands here anxious.
Or with a gut feeling?
I am not sure.
Dad picks the meatball up,
He tells me to not be scared.
He hands the meatball to me,
For some odd reason that is something I feared.
I take the meatball from his hand and stare.
It feels like the meatball stares back.
But it does not have a face,
So it can not.
I stare for a while.
I stare,
Stare,
Stare.
I feel a sensation.
Not the texture of the meatball -
That was fine.
But something else.
Vibration.
Shaking.
I stare at the meatball, shaking in my hand.
I scream and throw it off.
Everyone quickly turns to look,
And I fall off of my stool.
I must have hit my head,
I do not remember after that.
And that is the first dream I have had.