The challenge this week was to write a poem inspired by food. Here are the results.
Julie Larios from The Drift Record left this poem in the comments.Here is one of the poems I worked on. I couldn't seem to get sweets out of my mind, though potato chips were a very close second.Higgeldy piggledy
Kirby Larson from Kirby's Lane left this poem in the comments. Welcome Kirby!
Mandarin Cookery
uses some spices,
some garlic (and how…)
Even when I’m in the
Great Land of Noddery
I am still dreaming of
Lang's hot kung pao.I pad
Violet from Book Brew shares a poem entitled Making Yogurt.
barefoot, nightgowned
to fill my bowl clean up
with blueberries juicy and cool -
breakfast!
Jane Yolen left this poem in the comments.Diet Sigh: A Haiku
Day I eat small bits.
Night I dream of chocolate.
I do not lose weight.
@2009 Jane YolenElaine Magliaro of Wild Rose Reader shares a number of food poems, a few of which are about a few summer favorites, like blueberries and marshmallows (properly toasted, of course).
Greg didn't write this for the stretch this week, but the topic fits beautifully, so I'm including it here! Check out Doughnuts! Oh, Doughnuts! by Greg K. at Gotta Book.
Can one word be a poem?
CHOCOLATE
How about two?
WHIPPED CREAM
Homemade, of course,
not foam sprayed from a can
or thick stuff from a tub
but heavy cream and sugar
whipped in an ice cold,
stainless steel bowl
until mountainous peaks
rise and hold
just waiting for
a finger swipe
of delicious.
Can a sound be a poem?
MMMMMMMMM...
It's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll add it to the list.
Not one of my better efforts, but here it goes:
ReplyDeleteBeethoven once said:
“Only the pure of heart
can make a good soup.”
Or so read the sign
next to my father’s desk.
I think as I chop
fresh thyme from the garden
and sprinkle it in the pot
with the vegetables.
Is my heart pure enough?
Is this a symphony?
Or just an etude?
I slip in a spoon
and think, purity’s fine
but wine is better.
Another stir and
it’s time for a large bowl
with a glass of red.
I toast my father,
and Beethoven and thyme
and devour it all.
Love love all these! Best poetry stretch idea ever :) . . .
ReplyDeleteTricia,
ReplyDeleteI wrote/rewrote four poems for your Poetry Stretch this week. I posted them at Wild Rose Reader.
http://wildrosereader.blogspot.com/2009/06/poetry-stretch-food-poems.html
P.S.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading all the food poems posted here.
I liked reading these poems as well. Especially enjoyed the wine.
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