Practice, as in writing poetry. Well, in both there are oodles of colors and plenty options for the mixing. Also, when you cut cooked beets, it resembles the practice of writing one line a day. So many little pieces. Put several of the lines together, and you might (might) have a poem. Put many beet bits together and you might (yes, you will) have the makings of a great salad.
For what is poetry, if not salad?
(H. cont.)
ReplyDeleteWaking from this kind of dream was jarring
as it took him back in a disoriented way
to his earlier interests in trains and transport
but without the psychology of insistent images