Ballet and Beef

Frustrating being a poet. If I am to write for you I do have to read your mind. So what are the words that arouse your passion? And why do you love that stew pot while you possess ballet that is danced to beautiful music tripped, as they say, to that light fantastic? A meaty dish with vegetables: carrots, potatoes, onions, leeks. Ballet, on tiny tippytoes, decorous, comely ankles and winged feet. Oh, feet that fly to the level of your beautiful eye while your spry toe-tips and heels are but a foot apart. Would you be telling me far too much, by letting me read that look in your eye, as I guess that mélange of thoughts of beautiful ballet and succulent stew? (16 Mar 2024)