Does the poem create a convention in the same way as a poet might hold herself to an intention? Is every convention situational to the gestures on the page (or screen)?
Cooking is rife with conventions and intentions. And that, folks, is why poetry and cooking intersect so willingly. Why it's not pleasurable to eat and run; it is so to eat and write.
Liken the tree to its own lifespan
ReplyDeletea shaky thing, a tree taken down
In my garden, for just a few whacks,
the lemon tree turned into firewood
unseasoned and unloved, and a large
snake living in the cactus lives on.
That's the great and awful mulch
we live in...one porch full of sun,
the one next door half in shade.
Hiya neighbor I shout to the old guy--
he's on the phone, doesn't hear me.