Tangy Sips of Poetry Soup
Slow- fire gleams across the horizon
as I gather words from twig-like strips
adding creamy broth to stir the brew
under a moonlight of summer’s heat …
The mellow breeze warms my thoughts
where hands pour lemon mint, in a campfire
kindling essence of lines for Poetry Soup:
then to grasp fireflies brightly adorned
until cheeks flush with tales spun nightlong.
The purée explodes to drink the light
of my muse, her delicacy soaked in potion
with a dash of tangy sage to flame verse
or rhyme Oh the meal is simple
but rich, delicious, releasing a flavor
uncommon even to me… a concoction
different each time, when a tribe’s mix
of language, time zone, and blogs heal,
excite, and char each sip of soup
blended from the heart’s campfire.
by Netti Unclaud
from Poetry Soup,2/19/26
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