Malleable. Which is more malleable...

the poet or the poem?
Open/closed to interpretation. Or reading.


The same can be asked of cook & ingredients.

Tentmaker. Are poets tentmakers?

The materials used? Words & space. Mind & heart taut between pegs.
And way?
What is being kept dry?


A banana peel is an imperfect tent. Imagine that!

Clematis. How does clematis inspire poetry?

Two-fold. By its showy visual nature. By it's alternate names:
traveler's joy
virgin's bower
old man's beard
leather flower
vase vine.


Now consider the alternate names for potatoes. Their myriad of use.

Gravity. Does poetry submit to the gravitational force of seriousness?

Nope. Not necessarily. Just look outside -- too much sunshine, too many wildflowers. And the eucalyptus swaying to shake up all the finches.

Whether in your step or in the air, spring is serious and deeply affects the walker.

Of course, poetry is serious play, seriously affecting the walker, also.



The cook is always affected, especially lost in things of the serious, as in seasonal ripeness. And the juicy.

Enormous. What constitutes the enormous in a poem?

How large does large need to be? To become? Does a poem have a constitution? Behavior and bylaws?



Like a single candle, a squeeze of fresh lemon (or lime) is an enormous culinary gesture. Also, a mango seed is hefty, relative to flesh. These are considerations for today's walk.

Bleak. What is bleak poetry?

Meager poetry? At the hand of a bleak poet?
With lush Spring (petunias and iris, particularly bearded) it's a stretch to the bleak.


The same with food. Verdant green asparagus and blood oranges still at the market. Strawberries which fulfill a mouth's expectation. Yes, today, buy more.

Empty. When they call a poem empty, what do they mean?

Lacking craft, content, inspiration? A too meager subject? Don't confuse minimal with empty.
Please



Empty food lacks nutritional value; is beefy on calories. I'd add monochromatic.