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.
orbital reckoning
ReplyDeleteassurance 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