What use is a poet,
if without a pen,
like a chef without
a sharp set of knives.
How bland is the soup,
without sincere ingredients.
Nourishing soul food needs
fresh free verses of vegetables,
sweet syllables of stock
and an alliteration of
parmesan, paprika or parsley.
It is pointless being mute,
when there is so much to say.
But too much salt in the soup,
can leave a bitter taste.
No pen scribes with the same garnish,
each pair of eyes focus differently.
Like they say,
too many grammar police,
can spoil the broth.
Too much pepper in
a poem will lead to sneezing.
Not all poets,
share the same beliefs.
Not all soup lovers,
enjoy chicken soup-
especially those with a
vegetarian vocabulary.
In the absence of judgement,
words becomes pure.
With the right ingredients,
the soup is a symphony of flavours.
Let the blood that flows
from your veins,
become the ink that
creates the perfect soup.
Categories:
sharp set, analogy,
Form: Free verse