My basket is full of words,
from the garden that I tend.
They are bitter and sweet,
and every flavor in between.
I gathered them all, put them on my plate
though I don’t really care
about how some taste.
I do not know how those words grew and thrived
another must have planted them
there, in the recesses of my mind.
Yet, I picked them anyway and laid them out
like treasures from a treasure chest.
The vile may have some use,
though it is not as favored as the sweet.
I understand, the sour can enhance
the bland, when handled by a seasoned chef.
So, I try to be that chef in mind –
mixing a pinch of darkness, a dash of snark
a handful of questions, a spoonful of advice
topping a bed of existential light –
until the recipe is just about right.
I prepare the words, for any soul
(one can’t say I’m not hospitable)
will it give him life?
or deal him death?
All I know – what I have given away
I cannot repossess.
For DVERSE’ Poetics prompt, Shanyn wants us to imagine our words as seeds – how they grow, what they become. I do not know where the word seeding went. I guess my words are the seeds that got eaten instead. 🙂
15 thoughts on “THE HARVEST (for DVerse Poets’ Pub)”
you are right…while the veg comes with a flavor, a seasoned chef knows how to maximize them…and also knows using fresh is the best…i like mine straight out the garden…great last line to ponder as well…
smiles.. you know… i like mine most with the soil still on them…
I loved this one!
Giving away is greatest thing that anyone can do:) very nice poem.
I love this poem.. what nature produces is always sweet when handle correctly…
good lessons to be learnt on this poem. Enjoyed reading it.
Wowza, Imelda–stunning, as usual!
To find that balance in your dish.. To find the excellence in all things growing… Yes that’s how it should be.. And from those words will sprout a new being..
Wonderful writing again, Imelda. Ye, it’s so important for us to remember that once we’ve given our words away, we can never retrieve them.
Very very cool!
Clever work with this, Imelda. I’ll take those sweet ones over the vile, if you please!
I love the idea of being a seasoned chef (my son is one) of words and serving it when its about right ~ I say you give it light across the page ~ Very well done Imelda ~
i enjoyed reading your poem, as always, Imelda! wonderful lesson indeed! use words kindly and cautiously for those spoken cannot be taken back.
Wonderful analogy! You merit a couple of Michelin stars my friend 🙂