The topic of spice once again, brought an opportunity to express life through a different lens. This is the beauty of the poetic expression.
We can bring the literal interpretation, or it can be what it conjures in us. It was interesting where it lead this week.
This week, it lead some of us to research about spices, and it was interesting to learn the difference between herbs (green fresh leaves of the plant) and spices (dried and crushed other parts of the plant). Some other interesting finds about the history of spices were also brought to light.
We explored how each spice can be used in many ways to express something else about life. Dill for example… have you ever used this word to describe this about a person even though it is a herb or spice?
And then there is the opportunity to tell a story about something you have faced in life, perhaps inequity, using some key spices as powerful metaphors.
Hope you enjoy the expressions this week and please feel free to leave any comments or expressions of your own.
Next week’s word is ‘spice’. I wonder where that will lead us?
Hope to see you there.
Sadness creeps under the blankets
Of mortality as I lie awake each day
Its late afternoon I raise my head
On empty stomach I leave my bed
Braised baked grilled or fried
Stews roasts curries or pies
Time to decide
What’s for dinner?
Head into the fridge
Pork mince I discover
Fresh greens for my supper
I can almost taste
My choice of tucker
I better not waste
That ripe tomato
First I’ll fry the meat
A little oil will do the trick
Now to the cupboard
To spice up my treat
So many it’s hard to pick
A flake of this
A dash of that
Flavor is where I’m at
The pan begins to hiss
The aromatics from the sizzle
Fills the kitchen with bliss
Now a dressing for me to drizzle
I dish my food upon my plate
This was worth the wait
Spices explode as I eat
That’s a dish I must repeat
It’s such a shame I’m on my own
Another night I’ll dine alone.PJR 13.06.2022
As the ROOTS of the tree strengthen and broaden,
The tree reaches outwards and upwards
It’s BARK shedding and replenishing during the cycles of the season
As the leaves fall, the TWIGS more visible
The tiny BERRIES are all that remain
For the birds to peck, and do their part in nature’s flow
Just in time for the SEED and flower PODS to emerge
Waiting for the fresh leaves to appear once more
And the buds to FLOWER in their delicate form
Before the FRUITS arrive
And the leaves fall…
The spice of food adds the flavour
The spice of life brings the nature
It creates an interest
From the senses
That sparks more flow
And less defences
Why do we need spice?
Are things too bland without it?
I am not so sure
Sometimes I like the natural
The true, the real
Without enhancement or modification
To really feel what it is
As intended at creation(NRS)