What poem occurs a few days after Thanksgiving?

Something with a wishbone.  Obvious.
Or the genetic structure of bean curd.

How are radishes like the punctuation in a poem?

Let's consider punctuation as if a spice.  It bites favorably like a period.  Surprises as does the exclamation point (don't overuse).  It's a known fact that radishes can be spicy.  Even racy.  Which radish is most like the semi-colon.  Not sure.  I'll get back to you.

This Thanksgiving why not roast a poem?

Words whether prose, poetry or a hybrid love nothing more than to be kept warm. Either in your hand or in the oven.  Think of petite potatoes as small poems.  Roast gently with carrots, onions, garlic, olive oil.  Don't forget the rosemary.  Don't forget to remember. Don't forget to write down the words to remember the recipe. 

How does cottage cheese motivate a poem?

It doesn't.  Nor does it need to.
Try this -- add cinnamon  to cottage cheese and pear.  Be seasonally hip and add a Fuyi persimmon.
Motivation happens one mouthful at a time.  Indeed, words flow from the ripe & lovely.

What intention does a Fuyi persimmon offer poetry?

First, let's admit the Fuyi persimmon's kinship with apples -- red and various.
Next, let's agree that like Fuyi persimmons some poems can be harvested only for a limited time. 
Neither of these conditions, lessens the enjoyment of either.  Or both.

The question is -- is there anything that is ripe (be if vegetable, fruit or word) unconnected?

How is the refrigerator a tool box for poetry?

Open and revel in the shapes, colors.
In the possibilities.
Now lift pen
and lower onto paper
as one does a spoon
dipping into soup,
for it is morning
and you are hungry.

Organic baby broccoli. When will the next poem bloom?

Those promising buds on the baby broccoli.   Similar to the buds on the flowering dahlia tree which blooms once a year in November.  Soon. Soon.  So tall with it bamboo-like trunk and promise of pink umbrella blooms.  Soon.  Soon.

And when of poetry, you ask.

Likewise, poems are budding with intentions.
The exact moment of blooming to be revealed -- one letter at a time.