mayawrites

A delicate process of nuance

Poetry is like baking a cake you see,

But it’s not a piece of cake, rather a western delicacy.

If we were to hop in the kitchen, hastily whipping up such ‘delights’,

Flinging ingredients in disarray would be as wrong as streetfights.

“Add a cup of sugar”, well forget this recipe!

Because I’m on a diet, so curry would work, surely?

Ich habe Zahnschmerzen, weil ich sehr Süßigkeiten isst!

So just adding some broccoli, would add a personal twist?

How imprudent and unwise, don’t you agree?

Denn ich stimme auch zu!

We fuse flavours frivilously, a chaotic harmony,

Avert the peril of menacing mess too!

Obsessed with precision, nor is ideal, as if a recipe for humanity,

What is a baking experience without some unclarity?

Being flawless on book technique, a recipe for disaster,

What’s a baked elegancy, without personal charm of the baking master?