Thursday, March 30, 2017
and how to reflect upon it. Similar to talking about food while eating. Or reading a poem to get started to write a poem. To look at a night sky and be pulled into the stars. To look at the line of landscape and notice shadows. Thinking about stillness in all things.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
"More to be said" is an act of revisiting. This image -- a year old at least -- I'd call it "clarity up in the clouds. Or writing in the sky. Or a plate's long wait for great tomatoes." Your choice. I've made mine -- to revisit breakfast.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
let me speak
piece of jewelry
as a poem.
and quite so
we have sported
Monday, March 27, 2017
Below, is what I imagine the bell hears when someone is reading a book; recalling a recipe; writing a poem.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
at least the breath of heaven. Precisely, Coleonema pulchrum -- the breath of heaven. But speaking of rosemary, I love its breath, too. What words smell like rosemary? Perhaps, that's the title of a poem. Or perhaps, it's a blink poem. All by itself. Just like an Asian pear sliced is a blink poem of the fruit kingdom. Your mouth agrees, doesn't it?
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Spring is short-lived. Consider: Daphne. Imagine a Spring wreath of Daphne. Delicate & aromatic. Now, think of asparagus and peas. In my book, not much of a leap from vegetables to words. By the way, which words are among the most fleeting? Which words are aromatic?
So like this "salad." What's in it? Leftovers, of course. You wish details? Mahi mahi, beets both red and golden, tomatoes, Opal apples, and the hidden -- string beans. And to finish the details -- lemon olive oil, balsamic vinegar, black pepper, fresh basil. And yes, like with the eating of words, bring your own unique appetite. Is there anything more Spring-like than an appetite for words?