In the body? In the mind? Is "immaculate conception" or something similar, possible in poetry-making? I've heard poets speak poems on-the-spot, immediate verbal writing to awaiting ears.
A meal needs ingredients. Therefore, all meals gestate. The time varies.
kit,
ReplyDeletethis poem did gestate, in the body and the mind,
while walking and shopping chinatown. and with a
little culinary poetic inspiration from 'poetry bites,'
it's finally here:
The Tea Egg
Is not
What it seems
Marbleized veins
Of
Soy and Star anise
To understand one must eat
Yet to make
Is the art
There's snow somewhere in the mountains
ReplyDeletesome gulls, an egret, pipers and a balloon
The fire blazes the rocks around lobsters
and their faces leak the sea --
someone's birthday seems mired in the air