soup and salad
gotta say, i never tire of watching
my friend who writes
poems and makes art.
here she is in soup-and-salad mode
in her creative space, no recipe i can see,
no mise en place.
she just grabs whatever might
serve her rough “plan” and begins
with a turn of phrase,
then maybe a simile. if she can’t
find a word she wants,
well, too bad, she uses a different one,
keeps tasting and adding to
the soup pot
as she creates;
anything goes.
same with the salad bowl,
she tosses in a bit of linework, a
brushstroke of color, making
occasional slight adjustments, and
mostly plays like a child
on a playgound, running
with giddy freedom from
one thing to the next.
if something barely begun
tastes great, she calls it done.
if bright flavors and
pleasing combos build happily, but
she runs short of time or ingredients,
no worries—she puts everything
under refrigeration, returns
later, resumes tossing and tasting.
leaves me breathless, i tell you,
leaves me hankering
for the main course.
—dotty seiter
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⬇️ GUEST ART! ⬇️
Lola Jovan
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Notes about poem and art:
My poem and Lola’s art above comprise a partial view of Question Exchange II of a five-part collaborative creative adventure she and I have embarked on. Take yourself to Lola’s blog for the details and question prompts behind today’s post AND to experience her wildly creative art and compelling writing! Wait’ll you see Rocky the Crow!
dottyseiter: now playing 
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