Spontaneous Fermentation
Every day I’m asking myself
…is this a poem?
And I’ve come to notice
A poem is not somewhere you go
A space in your brain that you sit
Like a comfortable chair
Oh it is important to walk
without having a reason
minus the counting of steps
Yes you can add a sidequest,
seeing the pre-twilight gold spread itself
around the oldest tree scape in town-
Watching the birds come and go-
fresh air, subjects of beauty
to gather up as ready nourishment
yes, your physical body needs it
your mental body needs it
but there’s more happening than that
Shall I call it openess? Remembering?
Experiencing the dream within the dream
Spontaneous fermentation
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I love that term, so apt: spontaneous fermentation!
I love the sidequest stanza!
” Yes you can add a sidequest,
seeing the pre-twilight gold spread itself
around the oldest tree scape in town-”
Beautiful and worth the little adventure.
Wow–this is something to read more than once. I love the questioning and defining—and quest feeling–I really love this–“Oh it is important to walk, without having a reason,
minus the counting of steps” , and I also love “spontaneous fermentation” too!
Yeah , I agree with Ann, this is like a trail to walk. Well marked and highlighted.
Great poem.
Yes! “Every day I’m asking myself/…is this a poem?” This is so relatable to me.
“but there’s more happening than that/Shall I call it openess?”
I think by naming it, you allow us to experience it!
A throught provoking composition to make any poet self-examine. This is a lovely poem!
What a lovely term and poem to delight us with it!