My Table of Contents...freshly Plucked.

My Table Of Contents: Freshly Plucked.

From the convoluted 

cauliflower of my mind,

delectable sprouts 

break free into poetry.

Although sometimes 

I  often find 

myself interrupted 

by kidney beans filled 

to the bursting with 

steamy, caffeine concoctions.

I am called to plant 

beets in even meters,

in the soil of inspiration 

freshly tilled.

I strive to squash any other 

impulses bidding me stop,

and spend long hours 

with thoughts rattling my gourd, 

till after much perseverance 

something will usually turnip.

A budding of my creativity, 

peppered with metaphors.

whether it be my sour grapes, 

pressed into a whine of angst,

or the sweet flowing juices 

of passion, fruit of my labors.

Walk with me through 

the neatly laid rows here, 

pluck the herb of a verb, 

savor a dangling participle,

whether you are a 

Granny Smith or a sweet pea,

under the shade of 

my versatile poet-tree.