Love the thread title.
Good to read you again.
First poem is damn nice!!! I love the overall playfulness and the word play.
me
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Love the thread title.
Good to read you again.
First poem is damn nice!!! I love the overall playfulness and the word play.
me
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Delicious potato! (I'm always amazed, the delicious things people make with leftovers and a half-empty pantry.) The opening gambit reminds me of this silly poem that I loved as a kid, about an elephone and a telephant.
Hello bop,
This one made me smile. I especially liked "a mish-mash / of splintered syllables; peeled, chopped / chipped and crushed into croquettes / of incoherent words" as a description of trying to write poetry to a deadline and in the absence of inspiration. "bitter vinaigrette" makes for a great ending.
Nice start. I look forward to reading more.
best,
Matt
Thank you for the smile, wordplay and hunger pangs![]()
croquettes
of incoherent words.
This sounds like MY poem-things!!!
Lovely start for the month - one down and 29 more to goNo problem, right?!
A
Moderator
Because, if the poet isn’t careful, meaning has a way of too insistently shouldering its way in, so that we readers then have the meaning but miss the experience.
Christopher Ricks, Introduction to Austin Clarke’s Collected Poems
love the crisp words in #1, and the clever way you combine writing a poem with cooking a potato. this made me smile. thanks for that!
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Mike - thanks, I'm pleased you liked it
Featherless Biped - I loved the 'silly poem' - it's discombubulatingly good.
Matt - glad it worked. - I'm sure you'll transcend your name in NaPo!
anenome - thanks, it made me hungry too!
Annie - your poem things are trifles that should be eaten and resolved
Cookie - I can't keep up the potato theme, but I'm glad this one
made you smile.
Thanks for all the fluff, especially as I'm so bad at giving it back.
bop
hysterical and useless
Oh Desiree! I desire you,
your subtle nutty taste;
I’m fed up with French fries
and what they’re doing to my waist.
Oh Desiree! I’m desirous
of your firm unblemished skin.
I set the oven to gas mark five
then gently pop you in.
Oh Desiree! It’s time now,
come to my table please,
I’ll have you with a glass of wine
and some finely grated cheese.
Oh Desiree! I devoured you,
ate your soft and creamy flesh,
but the cheese was far too much,
I should have had crème fraiche.
I'm filled with admiration, and anticipation, at the thought of 30 poems about potatoes. What a great idea!
I could nudge a hint for pink fir apples, chip sandwiches, bubble and squeak, gratin dauphinois. My love affair
with the spud knows no bounds.
Indeed, creme fraiche would have been better.![]()
Hi Bop, what a fun theme! We all know how much one can do with potatoes, so I'm sure the variety of poems will be endless. These two are a strong start! Great sounds that make one's mouth work when reading aloud!
Thanks for the fun!
Vicky
moderator
Great start, wow. I love the fiery voice in both poems. Lovely paced pieces. So fun too!
Just like I asked for rice+pasta for dinner as a kid...You make me want baked potatoes AND potato salad for dinner!
Goodbye waistline, hello munchies.
Thanks
:P
The versatility of the potato knows no bounds, loved the reverent tone afforded to Hot Potato![]()
One potato, two potato...the colors and tastes, desires and dishes are full of possibilities (humor, sustenance, history). Spud it up, don't hold the butter!
Do I get even fatter for every potato poem I read? I like both of the openers. They're refreshingly light on the brain, (unlike the miserable fayre I'm glurping far), if not the waist.
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