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Recipe for Escape

Ingredients:

suitcases
photo albums
quick wit
a new space that is comfortable to breathe in, raise other beings in, and nurture pets and your spirit in.
Sprinklings of humor to shake on it all when it gets to be too much. Mason jars of self-appreciation and worth to open in an emergency, if these qualities are forgotten and old patterns resurrected.

Preparation:

First, sit quietly with yourself.
Breathe deeply, as many times as you need.
Fill as many soul cups as you can with confidence,
and pour them on yourself, until they sink into the
soapstone of your pores.

If needed, tip back your head and open your mouth,
in order to have a more direct inflow.
After that, take just as many cups of calm
and pour them in, slowly and with generosity.
It is okay if you overflow; you may need extra serenity
later, when you are in the midst of action.

Let the two ingredients mix, slowly, until colors as yet unnamed
are formed in your solar plexus, spilling
throughout the entirety
of your body.

Take a break and blow bubbles, for lightness.
Yes, you may laugh like a loon.

Marinade:*

After the laughter has subsided, take a big dose of self- love and rub it all over yourself, drizzled like fine coconut-scented oil. Do not miss a spot, even on the parts that you have a problem with. In fact, give those extra love.
And now, for the rub*: This has been simmering for a while. It is time to push it all into the oven and bake it. The heat is rising, so be quick.
Take all precious memories and sew them into the pockets of your coat. The ugly ones, burn, quickly and thoroughly. Scatter the ashes into the wind.
Hang new pictures on the wall. Splashes of nature you have photographed. Mandalas created by a precious daughter. A platypus wishing you goodnight by your little flower imp. A cheeky photo of your boy, to remind you of inner sauciness.
All of these strengthen with love.

Finally, rest your head upon the new pillow and inhale the scent of freshly laundered springtime. For now, the ordeal of your winter has ended.

Time for a long, languid, luxurious dessert.
A new life!

Bon appetite!

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Today we either suffer inside or draw back from the river Nile it hits
inside there's a vault that protects each member with cool written waters
on a slate of stone we remove the pillars of last bent toward establishment
those of the powers that be stand up amidst the lone tropics to peer
embraced to melting snow with a splash of lavender in case

We all could learn from each other that's the blessing of writing as you go.
Prime time for rehearsal getting caught in the middle perfect melody
Poet to poetry trying to stay ahead of me
"Ingredients:

suitcases
photo albums
quick wit", these words are a blessing by which to partake learned so much thank you.

Mario Vitale

Thank you very much for reading for your very beautfully- written comment. I do appreciate your words very much.

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using a few different literary devises with a cooking recipe and metaphysics.
Fun read. I can't really make any comments. The work is well self-contained.
It could work just as well on the clever satire page in the New Yorker every week.
I think its really very clever, very creative and fun to read. It is great creative writing.

I don't really consider it poetry though. I put up some structure to define what poetry is (to me) because if everything written in any form or style is a poem because someone calls poetry, then its all fake news. A poem needs some relationship to music, sound, image, rhyme, metaphor, and all the rest, for it to qualify for me.

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Hello there, Eumolpus.

Thank you very much for your lovely and refreshing commentary; I do appreciate it. I really am pleased that you liked it. I have also been thinking about what you said, regarding it's not being poetry. I do know what you mean. It was inspired by a prompt to write poem in recipe form, about any subject desired. It was definitely fun and satisfying to write, but can something written in recipe-form also be called poetry? Honestly, I think it can. Here is an example, written by
American poet, publisher, playwright and activist Lawrence Ferlinghetti:

"Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace

One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.

One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.

One fine day."

Anyway, Just making a point that I think "poetry" can be flexible in format. That one certainly moved me. However, my question is: what indeed makes a poem a poem? Is it metaphor, simile, rhythm and rhyme? A kind of electric hymn that ignites the soul? Does it need to necessarily be "classical," or in a certain shape or form?
Educator Melissa Kovacs makes a few good points in her TED talk animation just about that. Rhyme, rhythm and imagery are definitely key. "Is a poem a little machine? A firework? An echo? a dream?" she asks. She then goes on to list three recognizable characteristics: 1) Poems emphasize language's musical qualities. (by using rhyme, rhythm and meter) 2) Poems use condensed langauge, like literature with all the water wrung out of it. Poems often feature intense feelings. Like art itself, it has a way of challenging simple definitions. (TED talks, Melissa Kovacs, What Makes a Poem a Poem)

So, regarding this piece, I see what you mean in many ways...there is a much subtler rhythm, here, if it exists at all. It is also a bit "prose-y". Having said that, there is indeed "prose-poetry." The Poetry Foundation defines that as:

"A prose composition that, while not broken into verse lines, demonstrates other traits such as symbols, metaphors, and other figures of speech common to poetry. "

I am not totally certain about anything. But one thing is for sure. It was a hell of a fun format to write in! Thank you so much for your very welcome comment! You made me ponder and re-think, and I love that :)

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and the time it took to put them together. Thank you for taking my comment as I meant it, it was of course never meant to be insulting in any way, as some writers would take offense. Like who am I to tell anyone else what poetry is. That's why I always emphasize when I make such comments I realize it is MY opinion, and try to suggest why.
I think today it is important for all poets to at one point consider what poetry is, in a broad sense, and define some parameters. Like art has painting, charcoals, and watercolors etc , we have everything from lyrics, limericks, hallmark cards, psalms, and on and on. It's all "poetry" in some form. Kovacs certainly makes some good basic points to me. So many great poets have their poetics and ars poeticas; I am drawn to Paul Valery to describe it next to prose. Prose walks from A-B. It has a destination. Poetry does not walk, it dances with itself.
To me the most important aspect is that of "charged language". Of some attempt in the poem to use language in metaphor. A poetic truth comes out of image and associations of words not normally placed together, it creates an excitement in the brain. That's not to suggest "chocolate octopus" is poetry because it sounds like a musical wording with abstract interpretation. But to take a famous villanelle "do not go gentle into that good night"...why is the night good? It reaches deep in us with a poetic truth. This aspect of poetry goes back to Aristotle in the poetics.
The second is sound. Taking the same quote..the sound of those words with the alliteration of the "g", the pace of the words. This is not common speech, it is music.

All the arts suffer today from experimentation for its own sake.
Poetry has fared poorly in the current literary world because it has so alienated most readers who read a current poem and don't have a clue what the poem is about. We cannot go backward, but we do need to respect the tenants of poetry that have made it last and be relevant for centuries. Some form and content a reader can read aloud and have it move him, make him laugh or cry. In some respects, you can say as well when poetry is put in front of you, you just know it is what it is.
Rap and performance is a type of poetry. It's a bit too puerile, obvious, not imagist,
sing-songy, transparent for me, but I love the fact that it is a poetic form that the young public loves and it's out of the hands of the abstractionists who edit Poetry and teach Pound and Wallace Stevens before Billy Collins or Mary Oliver in college. You don't start opera with Wagner, you start with Verdi. I suspect this great interest in rap styles will ultimately evolve into a true form of modern American poetics....I'm so waiting!
Forgive me, I digress. It is clear you are a poet, and I look forward to reading your works.

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Hello, again. :)
I really love that phrase: "Poetry dances with itself." I also agree that "poetic truth comes out of image and associations of words not normally placed together, it creates an excitement in the brain." That was wonderfully-put!
I do know what you mean about experimentation for its own sake affecting the arts. On the one hand, it feels like a lowering of standards, so to speak. On the other hand, without experimentation, new forms of art would never develop, or have developed. Having said that, I do think it ever-important to become educated (or educate ourselves) about the foundations of poetry, and to read many poets of the past and present.

Thank you very much, once again, for the time and effort you put into your commenting. I look forward to reading you, too..I have already begun.

Have a nice evening/afternoon.

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