ODE TO AN ONION: On the Metaphysics of the Olfactory I. Your long, waxy leaves, a sprawl of vivid green, slump toward the earth, a lazy curve cradling your quiet, bulbous base. II. Yes, your olfactory overloads of peppery, piquant pungence prick my nostrils with no sense of shame! Pricking the air with brazen pungence, you stung my very thoughts. III. I peel you back, shedding rings of your enigma, and with each tear-filled layer, I find nothing but another layer. Could philosophy itself be so honest, yet so unapologetically zingy? Ron: (with a playful, thoughtful look) You know, I was just thinking... aren't we like onions? Lex: (pausing, genuinely intrigued) Well, that's a fresh one. That metaphor has some zing. Why? Certainly all people are multi-dimensional. Lis: (nodding slowly, connecting the idea to her own philosophical framework) Or what is distinguishing is peripheral and what is core is sometimes unclear. Perhaps existence itself is what Szymborska calls "the idiotism of perfection" — as if each layer just a perfect, self-contained sheath of being. Linda: (A dry chuckle escaping her lips) Sounds a lot better than peeling back the skin of discontent. At least with a perfect idiocy, you know what you're getting. ===================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: Sensuous adulations to Allium cepa and a zesty worldview. KEYWORDS: onions, concentric identities, vegetative metaphors, sensual verse, allium Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 1985 Nagoya, Japan ✠ Finished: 2025 Shizuoka, Japan Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/med-death.htm TOC https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/what.htm TRANSLATIONS ESPAÑOL https://www.tnewfields.info/es/cebolla.htm NIHONGO https://www.tnewfields.info/jp/tamanegi.htm ZHŌNGWÉN https://www.tnewfields.info/zh/cong.htm