Question. Is poetry impossible without a question at least implied?

The known (as harbor and/or terra firma) and the unknown (sea and/or inquiry) are tangled. Perhaps a poem? For sure, Kelp comes to mind. Many uses. Sometimes discarded: a nuisance.


I have learned to love seaweed salads -- cold crush. Unexpected. Hint of brine; slant of question, "Where from?" "Where to?"

Lacquer. How is a poem like lacquer?

Is in the patient process, applying layer upon layer perhaps 50 coats. Which coat is most visibly felt? Are poems fine accommodators of the unseen but deeply felt? Does the comparison fall apart as lacquer is impermeable to liquid?


Of food, so many shown to great advantage in an eloquent lacquer bowl -- from Miso soup to raw English peas.

Flock. Is it poets who flock or....

poems which flock?


Is a bevy of blueberries? A gaggle of artichoke? A flock of mangoes? And of olives? Perhaps, a brace of. Now, think sonnets & sestinas.

Saturdays are meant for reading, cooking & the wandering in-between. Don't you agree? Also, being grateful. Yesterday, my writer friend, Rich, offered me the finest of meals, word/sound counsel, and two wondrous blank notebooks. Life is ripe.

Frock. Do certain poems wear a particular frock?

The physicality of a poem speaks volumes, in-and-out of fashion. But, tell me, can these garments we easily removed?


Consider the outer garments of food. Think egg rolls, wraps, sushi, potstickers, and stuffed cabbage. Consumed more than shed.

Signature. Is the poet's signature in the poem?

Is the poem? Back up, does each poet have a signature? Is this called voice?


A cook has (a) signature dish(es). Certain spices punctuate; particular herbs stand as
parenthesis.

Not. How is poetry not anything

but itself? Especially, when ripe.


Stone fruit, also.

Stirred. What is stirred about poetry?

Up and into. Emotion, issues, personal fragments.

Don't we wish it to shaken? Eloquent, proper & so crisp as if exquisite edge, almost heat. Yes, and those lemon peels. A semblance of sun never disappoints.


Of food -- the shaken taken to the extreme is blending. Think chilled soup: fruit and/or vegetable. Garnish as signature. Stirred into. Much conversation about paring wine & food. Add poetry to the equation. Yes.