The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.(see link in notes above)
EMAGI is a recent (fun) variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
and an EMAGI as entered Sep 7 in this weeks VISUAL POETRY STUDIO
Wallace Stevens'ICE CREAM' a 99
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In the morning light, they rise and play,
With giggles dancing in the sun's warm ray.
Chasing butterflies, they run so free,
In the world of wonders, just let it be.
Painted skies and clouds of dreams,
Every sound a song, every moment it seams,
Puddles become oceans, sticks turn to swords,
In their vibrant tales, imagination soars.
A simple flower holds secrets untold,
In tiny hands, its beauty unfolds.
Laughter spills like bubbles in the air,
Each smile is a treasure, none can compare.
The taste of ice cream, a splash of delight,
A cozy blanket on a cold starry night.
Friendships woven like threads of gold,
In their innocence, pure joy to behold.
Through their eyes, the world’s a magical place,
Where love and wonder find their embrace.
In their laughter, in their gentle sighs,
We find the essence of happiness, through children's eyes.
~Johnny Adicks
2026.02
decorating for a birthday bash
crepe paper gave Stevie a rash
guests brought granny M a little cash
chocolate cake with ice cream a big smash
details a bit of a confused mis mash
gobbled down my cake then gave a dash
HERE’S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE!
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the morning sun rises high and bright
pumpkin pie for breakfast—oh, what a delight!
the crust is flaky, the filling so sweet,
cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger—what a treat!.
I take a bite, and oh, such heavenly bliss,
the flavors meld, a culinary kiss.
the pumpkin puree, its spices swirl
flow with whipped cream, a dream for this ol’ girl.
so let the critics say, "Pie for breakfast? No way!"
I'll take a slice, come what may.
so here's to you, dear pumpkin pie.
I don’t care if you go straight to my thighs.
layers deep as midnight’s hush
a crimson dream, a lover’s blush
velvet soft beneath the light
wrapped in cream, a sweet delight
cocoa whispers, sugar sighs
rich as love in longing eyes
each bite lingers, melts, remains
a kiss of silk, a sweet refrain
fork in hand, a stolen taste
lips are stained, no crumb to waste
one more slice, just one more bite
a cake of passion, pure and right
would you dare to take it slow?
or surrender to its glow?
red as longing, red as sin
taste it once—be lost within
Maybe it was that last biscuit layered with butter and jam
or could it have been those sodas only around nine cans
Never just one bucket of extra crispy southern fried chicken
could make you feel bloated and heading to the can
Never those mashed potatoes or drinking gravy from a cup
probably that single green bean when I knew I had enough
Ears and ears of corn so sweet and buttery to the taste
curly fries drowned in ketchup smeared all over my face
Only a couple wedges of corn bread heavy with butter
and that macaroni and cheese just one serving than another
Fried okra and cabbage with lots of bacon and diced ham
those savory baked beans swimming in molasses man oh man
And a pitcher of brewed sweet ice tea with sugar from sugar cane
now using artificial sweeteners or corn syrup would be insane
And for dessert a hot Dutch apple pie with ice cream a la mode
capped off with chocolate syrup mixed in that hot cup of joe
Such a light lunch so why do I feel so overstuff
that extra large pizza for dinner will just have to be enough.
In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.
While pouring my cup of steaming tea,
Adding some cream, a little sugar and stirring it
I thought of the magic effect it brings,
Reviving us on every morning and keeping us fit.
As we sip it while we scan the news paper
We feel the early languor being lifted,
Keeping us hydrated throughout the day,
With our cognitive abilities liberally assisted.
I feel there is nothing like a cup of well blended tea,
For a tired soul to enliven his body.
It’s delicious taste and delicate fragrance,
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy!
It’s a heavenly drink for the torpid minds,
A beverage brewed from the best of leaves.
A magic potion for the feverish lips,
Which in tiresome hours, everyone craves.
Sure, teatime is the most pleasant family time.
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer and cementing relations.
Certainly, it’s a time to look forward with glee.
Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter
Avocado babies everywhere,
None have any hair!
Floating about in the road,
Occasionally falling on a toad!
Having ice cream, a-la-mode,
Six scoops instead of one,
One is just no fun!
Putting green goop in my hair,
Avocado babies everywhere!
Going to the fair,
Rolling down an aisle,
Wrapping up in cotton candy,
Oh, wouldn't that be dandy!
Sliced in half,
Eaten raw,
Mustn't forget the BLT,
Have to make a run,
Ate those avocado babies everyone!
Pumpkin straight from my garden is my choice,
With the aroma as it bakes in the oven, I rejoice.
Serve with hot buttered toast, its yum at first bite.
You can add a dollop of sour cream, a real delight.
Its vegetarian. A meal or a snack morning or night.
Leave off the butter and for vegans no sour cream,
You will have created, a gourmet’s culinary dream.
Use Kent pumpkin for yummy soup, no other type.
The family will love it you won’t hear a single gripe.
Don’t waste your yummy pumpkin on Halloween.
First rule of cooking your hands must be clean.
Next I suggest make a big batch to store.
Guaranteed they will be back for more.
There’s lots of kinds of great soups,
Handy for feeding the troops.
Follow my recipe to the letter.
I really think it is better.
I hope you love this pumpkin soup of mine,
I am sure you will think it tastes most divine.
Bailey's Irish Cream, a delicacy
Perfect for old country relics, you see
Joe Biden would take a sip
Or an elongated nip
If it weren't for his 'white supremacy'
If, perchance, upon reading the news,
you come down with a case of the blues,
there is no need to panic,
blow your top or go manic.
Have an ice cream, a bath and a snooze.
Coffee
Black liquid of love.
Slightly too hot, more than too cold.
I love you just the same.
A whisper of cream, a tiny teaspoon of sweetness,
your promise, a warm embrace,
from my nose…to my toes.
First thing in the morning, or when driving all night,
you are there for me.
Truck stops, fancy restaurants, rich houses and poor ones…
all, places of refuge… a cup of “Joe” for a friend.
Let’s sit and talk, let’s share a moment.
You and me and the steam.
We can speak of the day, or sit and pray…
It is all good for me.
Sharing with a friend, or sitting alone.
The liquid swirls around…
It never lets me down.
A plastic container of Ice Cream A Haiku
idyllic ice cream
a frozen strawberry eats
watching the plastic
change it’s color from
white to red strawberry red
ice cream frozen treat
cold enough to break
plastic container freezes
ice cream frozen treat
7/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
by the moonlight i
take long sips of
its celestial white silk, and
follow the cookie path to
heaven, or
to hell, so
delicious, filled with
lemon cream, and
under the lemonade sun, i
sit upon the donut of
chocolate with sprinkles, a
smile steeped with
jelly and cream, a
beacon of
my childhood dream, but
i must consider the
day and night where
lies the gravitational pull
back to earth and
the crunching of
salad cures the
fingers and eyes, from
mistaken delights. the
orange sun squeezes out
its c, and the yogurt moon
spoons a much happier grin, yet
there’s no sin in an occasional
DESSERT INVITATIONAL win
2/23/2018
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