Poems edible
Poems edible
I ingest a poem
In chosen colors
Bursting with flavors
Emitting fragrance
Of a mind
That plans well
Scanning recipes
Planning menus
To suit the mood and weather
Stocks in the refrigerator
It takes
Loving effort
To lay poetry
On the table
It’s not to be derided
As the execution of duty
I spent time and mind
Which was being called
By other creative pursuits