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Write a Not Sad Lunch Poem for National Poetry Month!

April  4, 2016

“Now when I walk around at lunchtime/ I have only two charms in my pocket," writes Frank O'Hara in one of his Lunch Poems, the collection he published in 1964, compiled largely of poems written on his lunch break while he was working at the Museum of Modern Art in New York.

Photo by James Ransom

O'Hara knew a thing or two about Not Sad Desk Lunches: Namely, get out for a walk. And write a poem while you're at it. (He also was a fan of liver sausages and sardines and oranges—at least as far as this collection suggests. Whether he loved lentils, like we do, is lost to history.)

In honor of National Poetry Month—April!—write us a Not Sad Lunch Poem! Take inspiration from Frank O'Hara, or from our own Haiku52, and then take a few minutes of your own lunch break to write us a few verses in the comments below. We'll round up some of our favorites in a post next week!

What are the most poetic foods to you? The least poetic? (Dare you to write a poem about them!) What's in your lunchbox today? Express yourself in the comments.

10 Comments

R. K. April 13, 2016
A little bread and cheese and wine,<br />très earthy and very French, <br />better when the bottle’s not mine<br />but ours on a green and breezy<br />day that beckons, you know the kind.<br />To lunch my fill like this with you…<br />A little bread and cheese and wine?<br />
 
Lindsay-Jean H. April 12, 2016
the most not sad lunch<br />involves cream cheese and green olives<br />in my daughter’s eyes
 
Lance C. April 11, 2016
Lunch time<br /><br />I'm in #MyGalaxy <br />And she wants to be there with me<br />Showing me how much<br />She wants me to show her<br />Who I am<br />And it starts with lunch today<br />For she has a hunger and thirst<br />In a very special way<br />For today is that very special day<br />When I treat her to my desire<br />My desire to feed her<br />To fill her stomach with love<br /><br />Love spooned fed to her<br />At the beginning<br />Because I want her to savor<br />Every single mouth full<br />Because this will set the tone<br />And create the expectation<br />Of the next part of this meal<br />And trust me<br />When I'm done<br />Her appetite will be filled<br />So as I ask her to open wide <br />For the next course to go inside<br />I reassure her <br />That there will be room for sweets<br />As I end the first course with<br />Bon Appétit.....<br /><br />-MrBroadcast <br />
 
Angelé A. April 11, 2016
Lunchtime is date time<br />For people like us<br />Living far from friends and family<br />Far from people we trust<br />Far from money to speak of, to spare<br />Mexican, Thai, Italian, all American<br />We invest in us<br />Our nourishment In words and food<br />Trying to make time and healthy choices<br />For bodies and minds<br />For us
 
msolo4040 April 8, 2016
I brought lettuce for lunch.<br />But it doesn’t pack a punch.<br />I’m trying to eat more healthily<br />But my taste buds act stealthily<br />And I find some quiche Lorraine.<br />My taste buds say, “no pain but weight gain.”<br />
 
A H. April 6, 2016
No bread, no meat, what else is there to eat?<br />An apple or a pear<br />White beans and tuna<br />Wrap spinach with golden raisins<br />Or carrot ginger soup, my favorite!
 
John S. April 5, 2016
Didn't mean to make that post as a reply. Here we go again, in case it matter. <br /><br />Not Sad Lunch Poem #1<br /><br />It's always windy on the roof<br />lunch is better when there's a challenge<br />long ago eschewed zippy bags and napkins<br /><br />for Tupperware and linen<br />a sturdy thermos and steel flatware<br />no hats, always face alee<br /><br />I snuck a small table and chair this spring<br />four floors up no one knows<br />but me. The phone stays on silent<br /><br />I can't read or write<br />on the roof or work through lunch<br />or worry about accounts payable<br /><br />even the ones at home<br />which I can almost see<br />while I eat potato salad and tuna<br /><br />It's almost winter<br />I'll stow the table and chair<br />behind the giant Trane<br /><br />and go back to lunching at my desk<br />with a picture from the roof<br />and a fan<br />
 
Jr0717 April 5, 2016
My lunch comes from home.<br />Mindful, frugal, tasty - yum!<br />My health is my wealth!
 
dc L. April 5, 2016
phone booth poem #4<br /><br />i know you’re not a lesbian<br />anymore, but<br />does your boyfriend<br />know he looks like me?<br />-dlo
 
John S. April 5, 2016
Not Sad Lunch Poem #1<br /><br />It's always windy on the roof<br />lunch is better when there's a challenge<br />long ago eschewed zippy bags and napkins<br /><br />for Tupperware and linen<br />a sturdy thermos and steel flatware<br />no hats, always face alee<br /><br />I snuck a small table and chair this spring<br />four floors up no one knows<br />but me. The phone stays on silent<br /><br />I can't read or write<br />on the roof or work through lunch<br />or worry about accounts payable<br /><br />even the ones at home<br />which I can almost see<br />while I eat potato salad and tuna<br /><br />It's almost winter<br />I'll stow the table and chair<br />behind the giant Trane<br /><br />and go back to lunching at my desk<br />with a picture from the roof<br />and a fan<br />