Of course, food is visual (think mango, tomato, mozzarella, black olive, mint or basil) and the taking of food is a visual treat. For me, poetry is no different. I look at something which I consider beautiful (in the broadest sense) and words happen.
This weekend, I visited the DeYoung and saw the Native American crafts exhibit. I was deliciously overwhelmed by the Navajo blankets. Red beyond red. And that was the hinge for a new poem to emerge.
Here 'tis --
7 word poem in Pig Latin
Oddessgay elightsday inlay eeingsay ouyay
earway edray
Crumb cake in the diner with a cup of weak coffee
ReplyDeleteOur visit to the library before naps in the afternoon
Along the road a neighbor stops to gossip--
fresh eggs to take home from their bounty