Sure, the Chanterelle

Sometimes words escape me. Like tonight.

Then I reach back and find something written at another time...

...like this simple poem, which you will find in the upcoming collection, along with much longer poems of course. My dad (I know you're reading this! :) doubts that two or three lines qualify as poetry. I tease him, saying he hasn't read much haiku. He laughs back and says, "True."

To me, poetry is the capturing of something essential, emotional, full— regardless of how many words it takes to accomplish it. You don't have to agree with me; you can agree with him. My dad will be happy either way.

Here's the poem, which was written at the Fruits, Herbs & Spices (and the occasional snap pea and golden beet Twitter party...


Frilly skirted
chanterelle, how you
beckon, fling.


Holding the Umbrella photo, by L.L. Barkat.

POETRY FRIDAY:
Monica’s knowing
A Simple Country Girl’s She may be stumbling
Glynn’s Apple Pie, Late Harvest
Cindy’s An Extra… Ordinary… Life
Jennifer’s Bread…
nAncY’s fragrance
Maureen’s Love Uses Spices and Herbs
Kelly’s When I Grow Old
Eric’s Form of a Poem
HighCallingBlogs Fear of Seconds
Marcus's Serendipity
Jim's I can feel it, honest

SOME OF YOU ASKED:
Here are some answers about the poetry collection and cover... InsideOut