Friday, October 31, 2014

Reflecting

 on process




 and which food will be revealed.?  Which poem written for Halloween and who will be remembered?



My Mom gave me a love of reading; my Dad my love of walking.

REMEMBERING
                             
You do not need
to talk only to people
who are living.
You can talk
with the dead.  Often
they respond before
you seek comfort, advice.
This, no scarier
than a potted geranium
or the cat self-absorbed
in snoring, marks time
by parcels of the empty --
a manifestation
summoning form,
familiar and voices,
loved.



Pleasures

Simple



 and practical.


Food as poetry is simple and practical (sometimes in a quietly celebratory way).

Inspiration

Today, rain is inspiring.  The lemon tree


as the cat dreams


as flowers (one might call weeds) inspire tomatoes, fuyu persimmons, and an aged pomegranate.


 As a lime oversees Still Life with Knife.  

Measuring


Measuring Up:  by Ann Biderman

To state the obvious, art is food for thought.  Sometimes food is conceptual art. Especially salads.  And how does a poem measure up?  I don't have a clue.  But what I do know, Ann Biderman is one-of-a-kind, and I'm blessed she's family.   Here's Ann --



Otherworldly

Otherwordly is the non sequitur.
Otherworldy is a poem.
Salads benefit from being otherworldly.  As stated previously, salads are non sequiturs.

But did you know, all cacti are succulents.
Not all succulents are cacti.
Succulents is juice or sap in Latin.
Both cacti & succulents are otherworldly -- the non sequiturs of the plant world.











Bud

Perhaps not quite what was on the tip of your mind.  Please join haiku in welcoming this handsome 2-year old boy to Kim's home.  Perhaps, he reminds you of someone?   (Answer:  see below).





And the poem?  It's sleeping.  If you listen closely, you can hear snores -- faint & delicate as a well-crafted line break.   As a healthy salad.   

Prickly

As in pears but the more inedible kind.  Arms with stubby fingers, red from jam.  And this one in front of the house -- deliciously unruly.   Unruly, as most poems.