From Greek – This word, the root of our modern “poetry”, was first a verb an action that transforms and continues the world.
Could our intimate ambiguity, inconstancy, violence be respected as a life force condition?
From the depths of her womb
emerges a poem of the soul…
and feathered words
cruising the winds of the world!
Can you hear her silent lovin’?
Ever so clear,
the spirit of the bird is molding her hips…
Artisan hands of this vessel:
I choose to ride the skies in your presence
Take a seat
and take the flight
in the malleable matters
of love and life
it fancies one last act
the bird plucked bare
dives for the boiling broth
tender flesh in seasoned pot
Thank you so much for your chosen words,
I enjoy your cooking perspective so much:-)
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