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. 🙂