Stir-Fried Poetry Writing
I sit to write, but first I put some oil in the pot.
Ideas need to simmer and I have a lot.
Red peppers and some celery I add in for some crunch.
Into the pot they go sliced up; it’s quite a bunch.
Some lovely water chestnuts, oh I want those too.
Ideas I can munch on . . . a can of those will do.
Carrots also. Chop, chop, chop – then into the pot
I throw them in as well. Things are getting hot.
Yes, imagination’s heating up so fine.
I want a poem on which a reader wants to dine
Onions I must add as well – so savory and wry!.
Sauteed in oil, they’ll not make anybody cry.
All my thoughts I’m stirring up. Oh they’re smelling great!
To add in all the spices I can barely wait.
For substantial content, I stir in something nice:
my major theme, which would be a lot of cooked brown rice.
I stir and stir my cooking thoughts, veggie words so bright.
With the spices I like best, it’s sure to turn out right.
Metaphors to season all is the yummy soy sauce.
Turmeric and garlic salt will really get across
the flavor of my mixed ideas, Oh, and for the last,
I crack some eggs – the final touch for my grand repast.
My stir-fried rice with eggs cooked in will give it tasty fun.
And now I quickly serve it up. Voilà, and I am done.
May 12, 2022
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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