Food Ekphrasis Poems

Poverty and hunger are bedfellows.~ The Poet~ 

Alluring, pleading
Yet it will burn,
Pangs of hunger
Immanent yearn.
Desperate child 
So forlorn
For the poverty 
To which she was born.
Minds...

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a sponge with fresh double cream
an artistic dream,
inviting taste buds to sing-
sadly,happenings
remain forever
a plaster
thing...

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Only a loving parent can feel,                   ...

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When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon, 
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.	
Some people still record the slights...

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EASTER DINNER

they liked the one behind me
the teal and black checkerboard
its sparkling tiles on the diagonal
red, yellow, blue, pink pillows
on sofas and chair

the sunrise was...

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A cerulean heron
perches in cloisonne
among jade shoots
of a topaz tree
as shadows of platinum fish
undulate in silence
of teal waters.
The tableau of moonstone,
fulgid in azure sky,
hovers in...

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For Now, We Wait
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham (Painting #9)
 
Broken through
concrete and stone,
her heart felt ships passing
day and night.
 
She...

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In the void lurks a titan.
The father of the gods themselves.
Though by now he wishes that he was not.
But the selfish titan lord Kronos,
The father...

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Robust bloom thrust up in orange and yellow blast
To show the world a symphony, the ornament is cast
Pleased to greet a feeding friend, striped butterfly...

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(There was roast chicken too with potatoes and cheese, though in the picture not seen! Before the shot it had been gobbled up...)


A table...

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There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were...

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Fare waits upon the table— hard and fluid kind:
three glasses filled with golden liquid, shards of ice;
another two- the amber-colored flow, defined
and clear, no ice,...

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A view of the ordinary, becomes the exception

Each glass puddles grief, made of iced, liquefied

Two have succumbed to the dark brimming tides

Three without umber, are...

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Bowls 'n' bags 'n' 
branches 'n' trees
Orchards 'n' lives 'n'
meanings and needs

Taste the sweet meat of
Prunus avium - Bing,
Sweetheart, Rainier, Tulare
the tart, the sweet 
the...

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EPULAERYU EKPHRASIS
a sponge with fresh double cream
an artistic dream,
inviting taste buds to sing-
sadly,happenings
remain forever
a plaster
thing

after Claas Oldenburg's art and my wife's speciality bake

see this happening...

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