Slow- fire gleams across the horizon
as I gather words from twig-like strips
adding creamy broth to stir the brew
under a moonlight of summer’s heat …
The mellow breeze warms my thoughts
where hands pour lemon mint, in a campfire
kindling essence of lines for Poetry Soup:
then to grasp fireflies brightly adorned
until cheeks flush with tales spun nightlong.
The purée explodes to drink the light
of my muse, her delicacy soaked in potion
with a dash of tangy sage to flame verse
or rhyme Oh the meal is simple
but rich, delicious, releasing a flavour
uncommon even to me… a concoction
different each time , when a tribe's mix
of language , time zone, and blogs heal,
excite, and char each sip of soup
blended from the heart’s campfire.
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Butter crumb confection is bliss;
Soft transformation oozes across my palate.
How I love my sweets and dance my taste bud dance!
Liquid silk cocoa whipped with, delicate ease;
a moment of ecstasy.
Caramel scents tasted with vanilla bean milk
are a bakers’ miracle.
Lemon-mint liquid served in a golden mug
of pekoe slips over the tongue.
Strawberry snow cream sits atop spongy beds of
flour and sugar while,
sticky ooze engulfs my soul freely.
Oh, how I love my sweets!
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