Dining Through the Senses of an ISFP

I run across the parking lot, rain bouncing off my umbrella and dash under the porte-cochere, legs drenched from the knees down. A man exits the restaurant and holds the door; his wife and I exchange places and smiles. My umbrella merges with others in a growing flower arrangement of nylon and metal on the floor.

Standing in the warm vestibule, I take a deep breath. My eyes close as I raise my chin; consume the aroma wafting from the kitchen, a heady bouquet of herbs and spices.  My mouth waters with the prospect of veal delicately sautéed in butter, wine and rosemary accompanied by a glass of Chianti.

Frank Sinatra croons “The Way You Look Tonight”: Lovely … never, ever change.  Keep that breathless charm; makes me believe every word, feel aglow. Hand-painted murals grace the walls of the dimly lit dining room; beckon me to tour the Castel del Monte, Venice and the Piazza della Rotonda. A massive blaze licks the frame of a fireplace. I follow the hostess to my table, anticipation of sensual indulgence building; eager for seduction by every savory morsel.

– debi

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The above piece inspired this poem:

Andiamo!


Rain drenches,

Splashes with each stride; chills.

Shelter under the porte-cochere;

Entrance to the renowned hideaway, ahh… warmth.

Smells surround, envelope, seduce;

Promises of savory morsels

Awakening eager taste buds.

Tender veal, rosemary-adorned,

Rich, warm wine, ruby clinging to crystal.

Music caresses, speaks of love;

Frank Sinatra woos, croons, lays kisses on bare shoulders.

Colorful murals, Italian villas,

Sun drenched sea views beckon,

Tease of far-away romantic travel, amorous trysts.

Flames lick and crackle, thaw.

Foreplay building, preparing for

A culmination of sensual dining.

– debi

22 thoughts on “Dining Through the Senses of an ISFP”

      1. I’m holding off for the summer because I found it was hard to keep up with my submissions once it got here. (This was mostly because we took a 2-week vacation and was often without internet access, but also because my daughter is home and each weekend seems full of outings, adventures and/or visitors.) And I joined an informal online writing group with 3 of my classmates from this last class. Submitting and critiquing for that will keep me busy at least for summer. But I’m thinking about fall..

        ~Sarah

  3. Didn’t catch this post earlier… Beautiful writing, in prose and poem! Who are your soul mates as writers?

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    1. Well…. I replied to you on the wrong post!!!!! Duh, where is my head? I’m moving it over here to where it belongs:

      Christina,

      There are so many writers that I admire. I’m reading Tana French’s “The Likeness” right now. It’s only her second book, but in my opinion, she is one of the best writers out there.

      I love the writing of Anton Chekhov and Gustave Flaubert and David Payne. This book by David Payne,
      http://www.davidpaynebooks.com/ruincreek.htm
      has remained one of my favorites since I read it in 1993.

      These words define what I love in writing:
      “Imbued with Payne’s trademark lyrical prose and psychological acuity, this is a novel ‘full of life, full of wisdom, full of words that singe, sing and somehow console’ (The Boston Globe).”

      When I read any work of this caliber, I’m swept out of this world. I exist in the creation unfolding on the page in front of me. I’ve been addicted to reading since I could pick the word “cat” off the page… and now I’m addicted to writing!

      debi

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  6. timeless imagery captured in your work..

    love the rain, music, and everything mixed images.
    Thanks for the contribution.
    Happy Rally.

    best wishes for 2011.

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    1. Being an ISFP is great! I study all the other personalities, and can understand their perspectives, but cannot SEE them with as clear a vision.
      Each type has incredible strengths.
      debi

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    1. “Steamy” – I like that! Sometimes my steam seeps out, sometimes it screams. At my current point in life, I can actually put it to creative use. Usually!

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