At times it happens hurriedly a banquet in a blur, sometimes it’s served up sloppily and spillage will occur; when it trickles tantalizingly a tidbit at a time you aspire agonizingly to bag that tasty rhyme.
Have to agree with Shirley, Bob. Thought the poem was going to center around resturant/catering business. Suppose serving up a dinner and serving up a meal for the mind are more closely related than we think...I hate it when all I have to serve are leftovers. Nice work!
Why not? Cooking poetically. I can see you now on public television reciting "The Celery Stalker" while chopping away! Talk about food for thought... ;)
5 comments:
hi rch, this is really nice
i can relate to it.
its one of the feelings when i wrote my poetry...
perfect...
take care.
Delicious! Can I get that to go?
I like the way you combine your love of cooking with your love of words.
Have to agree with Shirley, Bob. Thought the poem was going to center around resturant/catering business. Suppose serving up a dinner and serving up a meal for the mind are more closely related than we think...I hate it when all I have to serve are leftovers. Nice work!
Hey gerald, thanks, stay hungry!
Hey Shirley, a recipe for success?
Hi Dan, couldn't help myself.
Why not? Cooking poetically. I can see you now on public television reciting "The Celery Stalker" while chopping away! Talk about food for thought... ;)
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