we write poems: prompt 22 what’s for dinner? poetic meal served this week
three word wednesday: hint, lust, sheen; photo: twinkle little star, reverie143, flickr
steamy the hours of cognizance
a blistery bright warm fire shining
tiny tethered stars sublime
conscious creation commences
starting from scratch, these
floaty feathered delicate delights
twirl their enchantment
in and out about and around my
favored zoetic white morning cup
bold black coffee crowded
fertile fingers follow
point and click, highlighting
reading reciting and deleting
the roman font ingredients
piled high heaped in a
chocolate brown ceramic bowl
savor the suspicious
a tale of temptation
rage and rapture taste delightful
moving through the mind
making marvelous sifting spices
effortless mingle aromatic array
always adding a this or that
imagination floured and flounced
the sheen of exploratory exaggeration
the rigid recipe quietly chirps
humming handiwork
nearing done
gentle caring hands
caress the cavorting colors
pouring perfect baking bliss
a little laughter nuzzles with lust
silent the blushing browning crust
nearing another hour the eyes close and conceptualize. through an open window light appears a break of clouds the sun returns. savor the blue scent of an early morning sky. the air is cool with the hint of fall that hangs lightly just outside the door.
**zoetic [cool word] being animately existent**