Find the brush, find the spoon

and the pen will follow.  I'm thinking how an out-take can be a delicious leftover.

Prompted by exuberance

Yes, flowers are exuberant though some strident as a succulent. They keep their juiciness inside.

Which foods are exuberant?  Tomatoes and, of course, figs. Asparagus, little as is the dour eggplant until cooked to a beguiling creaminess.

Now, I'm thinking of the flight patterns of dragonflies and the practice of writing a poem a day.

What is this?

A hint:  neither jewelry nor wall hanging.
How many times have you said, "What IS this?"
How many times did an answer appear as a strike of lightning?
How often did the answer come via the slow-cooking crockpot?
How often did one word ignite another?  Was thirst quenched?

Welcoming balance

Imagine a few pebbles on a ledge balancing an ocean.

See the stone heart join those pebbles to welcome cheese.

Now, imagine how paper -- even digital -- welcomes words.

Stumbling upon a heart

Walking is the best way to stumble upon (but not over) a green heart.  Happy hearts are known to keep the company of smiling faces.  And, yes, rocks are sentient.  Is the poem in the rock or in the mulch?  This for sure -- a banquet for the tiniest among the sentients.

Art of the mouth

palette & palate

the roof of the mouth is a painter of cultural tastes

color is the spoon creating a poem 

what's for lunch?

Why?

Why are some mornings more abstract?  Why, some evenings?
Poems can be abstract, too.
Which are among the most abstract food?  And why?
Is light the abstraction in a line of poetry?