Postscript

. . . you imagine.

Faith. Fear.
Bewilderment.
Clarity crashing into a broad certainty.

A recipe.
In the kitchen, over the hearth,
The glowing stones, simmering, roasting,
Sublimating aromatic nourishment,
Completeness.

Words
Never last
Because once they are in us
They become us,
Skin and bones
And the voice that drives them.

Copyright 2012 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.

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6 thoughts on “Postscript

  1. You have so uniquely captured the ‘process’, Michael…how it begins with the ‘right’ ingredients…the imagination…the certainty of what can be created as never before…mixing it, cooking it, smelling it, tasting it…the chewing and swallowing.
    as…
    ‘Words
    Never last
    Because once they are in us
    They become us,
    Skin and bones
    And the voice that drives them.’

    So we are like master chefs whose inventions disappear, but are soon ready to try a new recipe.

    At least, this is my interpretation on an excellent poem!

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  2. So relieved I visited this post after your response to bardess’ comment and interpretation. I, too, knew that this poem was about the ingredients that go into one’s writing and the importance of choosing the right ingredients. In addition to what we read, I believe, it is critical to our writing to explore our worlds and the people in our environments every day just as we would a good book. These are ingredients critical to my own writing, I know.

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