Thursday, July 5, 2012

Salad. How does salad relate to writing yet another poem?

You know what's ripe.
You know what's in the refrigerator.
You know what's in the cupboards.
You can cut.
You can slice.
You can mix.
You can be practical.
You can be pragmatic.
You can recite the 26 letters of your alphabet.
You can always find your go-to words.
You can be smitten by the doing.
You can be charmed by the tasty unexpected.

LUNCHEON SALAD FOR ONE PREPARING TO WRITE A POEM BASED ON THE PROMPT, "And then I saw it blink."

cube watermelon
cut an apricot
cube 2 Persian cucumbers
slice several radishes
add a bit of Bulgarian feta
black olives
fresh tarragon
pepper
olive oil

mix & do as your friend Nina does. hum when food is right


1 comment:

  1. from Mining Towns 6/3/07

    In the swirl of emotions
    so much surfaces. You look
    out your window and see
    the new pathway, stones ordered
    and you settle down. It makes sense
    that you are where you are today

    ***

    Warmth being the province
    of the settlers, invades
    the isolated village as it
    travels through the solstice.
    Your seasons decide the distance
    between two points, between
    dissonance and the Antigua
    of your heart, so tropically
    inclined

    a clever dog.

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