Thursday, August 21, 2008

Bounty

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.
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5 comments:

  1. CANDLELIZARDEGG4:16 AM

    hi rch, this is really nice
    i can relate to it.
    its one of the feelings when i wrote my poetry...

    perfect...

    take care.

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  2. Anonymous1:45 PM

    Delicious! Can I get that to go?

    I like the way you combine your love of cooking with your love of words.

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  3. Dan6:15 AM

    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!

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  4. rch6:59 PM

    Hey gerald, thanks, stay hungry!

    Hey Shirley, a recipe for success?

    Hi Dan, couldn't help myself.

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  5. Anonymous5:25 AM

    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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