What is the correlation of shape with food and poetry?

Consider, pasta. What food has more variety of shapes? Except, perhaps, the alphabet which is another genre of food. From food and alphabet come poetry. Yup.

How are soups and poetry related?

What could be more intimate. Making soup. Making a poem. Without much of a recipe to go on the results nourish & delight. Soup is play-making at its most practical. Poetry, too. Soups can startle as much as a poem -- all to the good. And the spoon of the cook as visible of the pen of the poet.

What don't blueberries and poems have in common?

Let's begin with what they do share. Color and sometimes shape. Yes, there are round poems.

Poems can (and one might argue should) be edited.
Ah, how to edit a blueberry? Perhaps blended in yogurt or baked as muffin or bread. Yes, how to edit the seasonal when it should be but isn't ripe?

To an unripe poem, let it sit on the sill of page. Or recycle. Begin again. And again.

How is poetry like the meal you enjoyed last night?

Out of necessity comes food; comes words.
Some foods enliven.
Some words inspire.
Some foods, quirky.
Some words, peculiar.
Some appetites insatiable.
Some words hunger for themselves.

When soup turns red, what color does the poem turn?

Red, of course. However, this is color as signifier. Returning to soup, add a few rough-cut cooked beets (mixed red & yellow -- heavenly), say to chicken soup. Miracles abound in the shape of color. Yes, color is shape as much as the spiral embraces with equality positive and negative. Remember, beets are a root. Poetry is the root of speech. May they both be necessary & color-luscious. May they bring peace.

Which words accompany today's lunch?

Word Salad # 1,777 (or so) masquerading as Minimalist Epic # 1,777 (or so)

farro
golden beets
plum tomatoes
almonds
spinach
orange olive oil
pepper & flowers

here's the twist -- put the spinach leaves on top. Why?

Because the unexpected should be realized. Needs to be celebrated.

Is there such a thing as a blank page...

when the mouth is involved?

The short answer: doubtful. Longer response: very doubtful. An empty bowl doesn't wish to stay that way forever. A full bowl remembers with affection nothing but air and the passing hand. A fountain pen remembers the refill. The empty ink cartridge remembers parts of the journey, at times brilliantly & complete -- down to the word-architecture.