Poet Soup~

~brambled thoughts~

He peeled himself from the page

Maybe he was hungry for illumination

But all I had was poetry

He brought leaves for the pot

An offering

But I know everything depends on the type of flora we mix

Some are notoriously poisonous

While others dilate the mind

I told him

My mind dilates enough on its own

And offered him first taste

Of an alphabet soup that revealed each letter

In the complex system

Of the human being

The flavor did not lie

And he pushed it with the spices

But I am a wary rabbit in the headlights

And said

Then you write the story,

But be careful of getting all caught up in it

Poetry is a snare

It changes how one perceives everydays

He was not impressed

He was not rebuffed

The soup began to percolate

He peeled himself from the page

And caught my momentary attention

But could he keep it

Us poets are a fickle lot

Ain't we

 

 

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Author's Note

~musings~

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Very good to address the point that with poetry...pushing too much or adding too much for the sake of doing such things can spoil the creative soup and sour the taste with readers! As always your dancing in the fantasy, SOC, surreal gives this a whole and full bodied flavor!
"My mind dilates enough on its own"
"Us poets are a fickle lot
Ain't we"

Yup...very Clever white rabbit, very clever indeed!

[Ashesh]

atleast i got one trait of poet. i fickle a lot .. :) .. awesome!

[Liza]

yummy alphabet soup here! a mixture of styles and appreciation or clash of their flavors :)

[LA Lorena]

Poet Soup and Blueberry pie...your dinner parties must be really something to behold. I'm not sure why, but you bring to mind Hotel California. I loved this poem, you really are unique in your style.

[Eiken]

I find your work so unique, loved this

[Sukriti Suki]

'this' is a dangerous world....nice!

[Rossen]

humbly agree ~ truly are

[Cerebriation]

Your style is very enviable. You use great imagery. I really love this writing, and the sense of it. It drags me into another world. Nice work!

[Siddhartha]

yes we are...Amen...

[Emily B]

we is, we really is . . .

[Inci 2]

I liked the last lines specially..
That's a beautiful thought in itself to compare a poet's thought s to a soup, an alphabet soup... great work!