Monday, December 26, 2011

Pomegranates. How is the predicability of poem like a pomegranate?

Well, not much. Supposedly, a pomegranate contains 613 seeds. A poem contain as much space as it can contain. Perhaps, precisely as much as the poet can handle. Word count is not the issue.

Oh, the cook who is willing to stain hands to a pomegranate! Both meditation & outcome, two-fold reward. Next time, saute pomegranate (seeds, of course) with fresh rosemary. Add a bit of white wine. Continue until most of liquid evaporates. Add a handful of pecans. Heat for a few seconds. Serve with meat, fowl, fish, or serve on the side with cheese. Or all.

1 comment:

  1. orbital reckoning

    assurance of the end note

    and going to Vegas

    seemed like a plan

    one to play in a combo

    one to sing alone

    chomping on the seeds like blood

    oranges and fruits of other planets

    distillation sonata

    every note a little high