Bountiful Fare
for our senses recieve the rewards
Feast
Your eyes
On the scent,
Your ears smell sage
In the gravy dish,
It’s time to confuse your mind
With provocative odors,
Sights that send shivers of delight
While drums pound inside your head and chest,
Together we stand to serve this repast.
. . .
Etheree form poem
Kathy J Anderson
All Rights Reserved
2023.11.7
About the Creator
Kathy J Anderson
Multidisciplinary, Penning words, crafting rhymes, dabbling in artistry, tending to her garden - a creative soul with many hobbies, she crochets, gardens, creates and shapes her own designs; making jewelry, doodles in Zentangle, A.I. art.
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