This is personal. I have a renewed loved of string beans (those petite ones, slightly undercooked). Served room temperature with mango, nuts, strawberries, avocado, olive oil, black pepper, and any fresh herbs at hand. A splash of soy sauce is nice.
Nice, but how does this relate to poetry? Certain words return to me with humor or memory -- sweet and/or poignant. Perhaps a few words that someone I know (knew?) frequently used, almost a calling card.
A glass bowl with beguiling color, the contents of which slightly askew and a sweet/poignant memory. A pen nearby.
(Hypotheticals continued)
ReplyDeleteRecalling the flutter of scarves on the seaside getaway
the merchant was taken by surprise:
a robust intrusion, this picture:
her, walking toward him, in the wind