Inspired by:
‘Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.'
~Mark Strand, 'Eating Poetry, ' Reasons for Moving,1968

The following piece is dedicated to Marilyn Lott


O wonder of wonder
To eat and not get full
To taste, and smell and
touch the words
always longing for
searching for
hungry for
just one more
divine morsel

I have been drinking
the wine of words
distilled of many muses
vintage beyond the power
my poor palate
Drunk, yet I cannot
drink my fill.

Pour me another glass
set the table with your best
silver, linens, crystal
sparkling!
Blind me with such verse

One thing though
I will request
give me only your very best
Spare me from
stale ideas
poems half-baked
warmed over words
ask yourself
would I offer such
to a starving reader?

Strive to create Haute Cuisine
not fast food
Consider me but
a ravenous reader

I thirst for truth
I hunger for beauty
I starve for a perfect poem
Leftovers just won't do.

H.i Chesebit

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