Monday, September 28, 2020

Something you could slide off of


words
gestures
perhaps
the front of
a menu 
promising
cool 
satisfaction
yes
cool
very

An olive being


overtaken
perhaps
nibbled
perhaps
this is
a haiku
becoming 

Space wears a hat


on Monday
by Wednesday
the feather is quite
pronounced
no reservations
required
what you choose
to eat, what you
choose
to write 
gravity 
determines




Sunday, September 27, 2020

You might imagine


a star breaking through night.  Or you might image night holding a star in place.  The rose color is pure Baziotes, and always welcomed.  Although this is not his style of gesturing.  Perhaps it's beets giving up their red to ricotta.  Obviously, the poem waits on the kitchen counter.  

I prefer mint green


as ice cream not in clothes.  And especially not in poems.  On the other hand, black is always welcomed with its mysteries & promises.


Fungi encircles eucalyptus

By itself this fungi would be spectacular.  Knowing it has made a eucalyptus branch its anchor and won't give up is magic. Fungi encircles eucalyptus and everything, everything connected.  Take that thought into the kitchen.  Make up a poem to celebrate.  
 

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Moving into evening with vegetation


What we choose to see is what we see.  The same is true with cooking.  The same with gesturing in words.

magic


 is
measured
by
speed
of
color
blinking

or

when
crow
sneezes

or 
when
night
tangos 

Reacquainted with pink


As a child, pink was of no interest and yet now, it swims gently toward your eyes.  I prefer pink radishes to red.  However, with poetry red always wins my favor especially if shoe, involved.  

Friday, September 11, 2020

Halved

This is the work of shadowed reflection.  Like only one side of a spoon. Half the alphabet.  Is it any surprise, here are no ripe tomatoes left?  

 

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Amid metal and sun


something is grabbing attention.  Something spins.  Something comes forward.  But what is receding at this time?  I want to cook something with betacarotene.  Lots of it.  Roasted carrot hummus dip.  Perhaps a poem to accompany.  

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

It is a holiday, after all.


 Something should float today.  Yes, colorful.  Something with joy as its ballast.  It's a stretch, I know.