Potato salad is the poem, right?

WARNING: There is no mayo in this dish.

peel, cube, & cook red-skinned potatoes
saute rainbow chard in olive oil
cook golden beets. peel & cube (perhaps, you did this yesterday morning in anticipation)
mix potatoes, chard, beets with olive oil, pepper, fresh lemon thyme, walnuts
yes, if ripe tomatoes were available, you would cube one glorious orb. today, that is doubtful, but I'll leave it to your judgement

consider adding feta
consider adding avocado

consider, the poem nearly "finished." you simply need to start it.

reach for the fork

How is cooking beets a timer for poetry?

Beets are great. All kinds. Golden, especially. To cook they take time. A poem takes time. Thus, beets and poems are related. Then again, I think food is the matriarch of poetry.

Now, what of flowers?

How does purple jasmine rice anticipate a poem?

This is the first time cooking and tasting purple jasmine rice. Nutty & sweet. Luscious color. Won't be the last. I'm thinking what poem can converse with --

timbale of purple jasmine rice surrounded on a pretty plate with the followed sauté

fresh ginger, roasted/marinated garlic
shrimp with tails (for the grabbing)
snap peas
a bit of soy sauce

you can eat the color

and what poem ensues after lips licked?

How does breakfast inspire a poem?

That's when breakfast centers around the unexpected. Smoked pepper salmon, sliced Persian cucumbers, and the freshest of fresh strawberries (add a leaf of lemon thyme). The next poem written will unlikely be narrative. It's all about color. It's all about the layering of tastes. The striation of sound.

Oh, what a year for strawberries.

Which poems resemble a platter of roasted beets?

Hopefully, the next ones written. There is nothing as beautiful as sunrise/sunset, beets, a poem with fine & true surprise. Each full of the weight of the ripe -- experienced freshly.

What does olive oil have in common with the paper a poem appears on?

Both are medium. Olive oil for cooking (all dishes, all manner of) and paper for gestures, sometimes poems. All things need a beginning. A go-to, so to speak.

Which vegetable spearheads the writing of a poem?

Asparagus.
Steamed or roasted. Plain or in the the company of --

asparagus salad with shrimp & almonds & olive oil & black pepper & lemon & tomatoes (if they be ripe) & depending upon the season either fuyu persimmons or manila mangoes