dVerse Poetics: Arrangments

Grace is our prompter today at dVerse Poets Pub.  I had to come in off hiatus to indulge in her wonderful prompt, using the gorgeous artwork/photography of Emily Blencoe – Arrangments.  It reminded me of my early days as a chef.  Come join the fun at:  https://dversepoets.com/2016/09/27/poetics-arrangements-by-emily-blincoe/

mise en place
First thing I learned in culinary school:
A place for everything…
bowls of salt pepper spices
bouquets of fresh herbs
huge stockpots off hot water
broths mother sauces
bottles of white and red wines
slices of prepped meat and seafood
all arranged to be gotten hold of
within arms reach ready to be used
dishes arranged in like stacks –
mise en place
this dish for this and that food
that dish for something else
this monkey dish for a side item or extra sauce
that small plate for this small item
garnishes trimmed cut shaped
arranged….all arranged for speed
for convenience for blink of an eye knife cut
grill plates hot on the stove
knives in holster around waist
mise en place
Finally up for server to put in front of patron –
The first look
pleasure at first taste
mise en place
A place for everything
Everything in its place

wiki image public domain

wiki image public domain

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Open Link Night #180

Today Bjorn is hosting at the Pub.  It is OLN which means Open Link Night in which we can post one poem of our choosing on any subject, in any form.  Come join us!  https://dversepoets.wordpress.com/2016/09/22/open-link-


The Calendar is slow

“Autumn knocks softly…” Toni Spencer

Today the calendar says it is the first day of autumn.
The weather is screaming late summer.
All the leaves are still green,
the sky is still the clear blue of summer,
the nights are still warm and moist
and filled with the sounds of insects.

I long for cooler weather,
for the Arabian tapestry of colored leaves
and the rich tangy snap of apples
in my mouth –
The smell of fallen leaves and rain
and the profligate gold of small wild sunflowers
blooming in ditches and fields –
a frosty morning
and deeper blue of autumn sky –
longer nights and shorter days.

The Hunters Moon is a round silver dollar
In the sky.
The Milky Way spirals around it –
Silver pennies – change for the moon’s pocket.

I long for autumn.
Oh! How I long for autumn.

dVerse Poetics: Come fly with me

Today Victoria is our guest prompter at d’Pub.  She is asking us to write of feathers.  What a wonderful thought!  Come visit us for this intriguing prompt.  Post your own poem and/or just simply read and enjoy.  It has been a long dry summer.  the other while walking, the trees were filled with cawing from crows.  My haiku is based upon this.  Native Americans believe the crow feather restores balance and release from old beliefs.  Come Fly with Me–dVerse Poetics

cawing fills the trees
black feather drifts down – gift from
the crows – rain begins

 

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royalty free image

 

Haibun Monday – Change

Today I am hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub. I will be taking a hiatus due to family reasons until end of November. You all take care! I’ll seen you all again then.

Autumn Comes Slowly
Today is the first day we’ve had any rain since the first of July.  This past August went down in the record books as the third driest August since 1918.  It is still short sleeve shirt and shorts weather in spite of the Autumnal Equinox being September 22.  The rain began as a torrential downpour but now is a blissful steady rain, soft and susurrating in sound.  It is quiet.  No sounds of children, dogs, or birds as is usual during a sunny day.  It is still summer in spirit.  Some leaves have fallen but only because of the dry summer, not because of cool weather or frost.  Local apples will not be on sale until mid-October and later growing vegetables will begin to make their way to market – hard squashes, pumpkins, turnips, various greens including the ubiquitous kale.  I personally prefer turnip and collard greens myself.  Field peas are currently selling – lady, pink eye purple hull, brown crowder, blackeyed peas in abundance.  Gone are the fresh green beans, butterbeans, and corn.  Some small late tomatoes are in evidence still for sale and will be until mid-October.  The calendar says fall is on the way.  But the weather and produce disagree.  It is late summer.  It will stay late summer until the Hunter’s Moon in October.  Changes in time between summer and autumn come slowly in the South.  Suddenly one day we will awaken to the first frost and then within a week, all the leaves will turn color.  And in a very few short weeks, it will be winter.  Autumn is a fleeting season in the south.  But it is dearly loved and welcomed.
 
autumn comes slowly – 
the crepe myrtle in the front
still blooms gay and pink

public domain photo field peas

public domain photo field peas

 

 

 

Tuesday Poetics: Come with Me!

Lillian is hosting our virtual pub, dVerse Poets Pub. She wants us to take each other along on our vacation or trips. I wrote a haibun in imitation of Basho and his original haibun about his trip centuries ago. Pawley’s Island is a wonderful place – one of the oldest vacation places on the east coast. Originally the Pee Dee and Wee Need Indians settled the island (a barrier island off the coast of SC). In the early 1700’s, planters discovered the island and settled there during the summer months knowing the hot humid air along the Waukamaw River was unhealthy. From April until the first frosts of November, the families of the planters lived on that barrier island. Many of the original structures still stand on the island. You park in one of various parking areas on the island and walk or golf cart about to other places on the island. It is a national treasure. Come join us at dVerse Poets Pub today and go on vacation with us! https://dversepoets.com/2016/09/13/take-me-along/

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public domain photo

Pawley’s Island
We travelled from Richmond to Pawley’s Island on a Saturday. A trip of five to six hours. We arrived just a few minutes ahead of sunset. Before we unpacked the car, we parked in a low lying parking area and walked up the high bank on which the homes were constructed and stood, watching the sun slip into the ocean. We stood and listened to the ocean, to the sound of children laughing and adults calling out to one another, and the sound of the ocean with its booming waves crashing against the beach as the tide came in. At last, we walked back down to the car and carried our things into the cottage we had rented. All the houses had walkways over the salt marshes and at the end of each, was either a gazebo or seats around the ends of the walkways. People love to sit on these and drink their morning coffee, have cookouts, or fish or party! We spent the evening on our deck enjoying the fresh ocean breezes and eating take-out hamburgers from the small joint about a mile away. All the windows to the house were open and it was wonderful to go to sleep with the sound of the waves and the breezes playing about. Next morning we had breakfast on our deck and waved to our neighbors to the right and left of us. Then we walked down to the beach in front of our cottage, stuck in our beach umbrella and sat, watching the other people, residents and transients enjoying the day. I took a walk searching for shells. I was delighted to land in a current of water that brought in sand dollars, swirling in the ocean waves like thin, bony UFOs landing on the shore of the beach. Sitting under the gazebo at the end of our cottage, I was surprised to see an alligator come swimming in the salty water of the salt marsh! I caught several mullets and cleaned them and cooked them on the grill on the deck. It was a wonderful supper! We had a wonderful time at the beach for two weeks and then it was time to head home. We returned home filled with fresh fish, ocean breezes, and a small basket filled with sand dollars and other shells.

sand dollars swirl in
ocean waves – summer sun warms
sand beneath my feet

public domain photo

public domain photo

public domain photo - sand dollar

public domain photo – sand dollar

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille Monday

Today is Quadrille Monday here at the dVerse Poets Pub.  Victoria is our prompter and pubtender for today.  She is prompting us to use the word “open” in our poems or any derivative thereof:  opened, opening. opens, opener.  A quadrille is a short poetic form consisting of exactly 44 words using the prompted word.  The title does not count in the word count.  Come join us for some remarkable short and easily read poem on the dVerse site.  Who knows?  You might just discover you enjoy poetry! http://dversepoets.com/2016/09/12/opening-to-the-muse-dverse-quadrille-16/

Open my eyes to blue
Open my eyes to blue
open my heart to the swirling freedom
of blue
open my soul to the ocean in the sky
to the rich blue
and swirling white capped waves
crashing against trees. fields –
buildings, mountains
Open my eyes to blue

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dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night

Thursday is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.  Any poet can submit any one poem of their choice today.  I have submitted a tanka for my choice.  Come join us and discover your new favorite poet!  The pub opens Thursday at 3:00 pm. https://dversepoets.wordpress.com/2016/09/08/openlinknight-179/?iframe=true&theme_preview=true

 

Indian summer vine –
tiny rust flowers clamber
up to the blue sky
eager to see if autumn
has gotten closer to home

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copyright kanzensakura

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