imagine a city

built
around
a tree

now imagine
yourself being
that tree

now
re-imagine
that city
swirling
around you

& only
this more
if that tree
were a spoon
or a pen

Whose logo?

Does not knowing matter?  Is this like adding an ingredient to a dish and wondering as it's being mixed it, if this will work?  And if it doesn't, there's no option to remove.  So unlike a poem where a word can be edited out and inserted back in all in the blink of an I.  So my ears tell me.

4 directions of persimmons

It's been an unstable season for Fuyu persimmons.  Gifts from a friend's tree  -- sweet & perfectly
persimmon in all ways.  Fufu in the markets -- problematic.  Poems are seasonal and open to the issues of being problematic.  And please never forget a poem has a calyx and wondrous seeds. Yes, seeds.

Where does one find the quiet, still space

Which signpost would be an indicator?  Is it physical space?  Or is this the action of beets taking over; making a splash on a plate?  Or in the spirit of Winter Solstice, did I mean pomegranate seeds?A pomegranate is the container for petite poems.  Simply, slice a pomegranate open and pry loose all those jewel-like words.

Tactile

Shredding bark of a eucalyptus, you can fall into their curve & crevice and pick up an old or new story along the way.  Eating a meal is a story-gathering activity; best when shared.  Of course, it's so obvious as almost unnecessary to state, writing a poem is a basket for stories -- storing & sharing.  There should be some food along the way -- especially a persimmon or two.

Intersecting hearts with stones

With a little help from an iPhone app, of course.  

Doesn't the kitchen get help (or magic) from salt & herbs?

Doesn't a line of poem become, because of the appearance of a crow?  

Or the gathering of stones?

Or a walk in a succulent garden?

Less than a week to Winter Solstice -- imagine that!

Observation as fact

Cats have two speeds -- in your face or aloof.  No criticism here.  Just observation as fact.

The same can be said of spiny succulents.  All milky and prickly.  The same can be said of artichoke tips and yet how soft & sensual their hearts.  Certain words are like that, too.  Visually strident with armor that protects the soft belly.  And as we have agreed before, each word can be a petite poem.  Think of it as a tasty tidbit.