Melodic Ostentation ~ Flavors for Friends

Though Jingle linked to my new poetry project, I wanted to put out a new poem for her Thursday rally, just to keep up with the spirit of new-ness and give an introduction to my acceptance of her kindness.

Circle of Friends

Billy!

I will be accepting the Circle of Friends Award as well as Billy’s Blogtastic Friends Award 2010 from her.  I’m not so very good at the passing on and commenting bit, but I will do my best to get around to everyone.  If I may, I’m going to switch around and do something special for the both of them in conjunction with today’s rally.

I haven’t been feeling well, this week, but I’ve gotten well-wishes from my friends here and everyone has still come to visit me – this grants me happiness the likes of which words scantily describe, but I shall try my best.  This poem is dedicated to my circle of blogtastic friends – you know who you are, as you come and join me in this wonderful conversation we have started, you and I.  I consider you deep friends, even if I’m a bit phantasmal at times…it’s simply because I am in the process of a transformation.  To most accurately describe such a process to you, dear ones, well…it will require a bit of wordsmithing, and I’ll never pass that up.

Thank you Billy, Jingle, Kokot, Isha, Beth, Leslie, and Brian specifically for taking the time to allow me to catch up with you.  Everyone has such busy schedules that it amazes me what you guys accomplish – I wish to be more like all of you, and so this is for you and everyone here, my friends.  :)

Love’s Song Be My Guide

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Fearing what’s below—

Living on the edge—

Staring at a ledge—

What I do not know—

Filling up my mind—

Something is inside—

That I can’t abide—

Restless sleep I find.

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Walking in the snow—

Who am I today—

Would I want to stay—

Movements now are slow—

Something is inside—

That which is unclear—

I am taught to fear—

That I cannot hide.

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Sure it is not me—

Subtle jagged patch—

Eyes could never catch—

Wish I could not see—

Glimpses of the thing—

Something is inside—

Ward it though I tried—

Steals my right to sing.

~

Absence of the touch—

Weakness of my skin—

Little things and such—

Can’t contain within—

Exits through my tears—

Something is inside—

Through a darkness peers—

Light that would reside.

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Empty I am not—

Innocence has come—

Feelings I have caught—

Knowing not where from—

Maybe never left—

Something is inside—

Hidden in some cleft—

Bandage now applied.

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Treble is my soul—

Two halves of a heart—

Bass to make it whole—

Sorrow when apart—

Play in minor keys—

Feelings to appease—

Something is inside—

Calling to the tide.

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Melding lullaby—

Sometimes need to cry—

Then we need to laugh—

Joining in the staff—

Harmony one day—

Melody to play—

Something is inside—

Love’s song be my guide.

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On a final note, I have continued my food odyssey  So I shall give you a couple more tastes of yumminess.  First is actually my wife, Joanna’s, creation: some lovely Hot Cross Buns -

Hot Cross Buns!

To drink with it, something I came up with while watching “Kseverny in the Kitchen” (that should totally be the name of one of the segments of your roadshow, Kokot ^^): Chocolate-covered Strawberry milk! -

ChocStrawberry Milk

If you’re not too full of buns (and still have plenty of milk ^^), then the main breakfast shall be this lovely Homemade Waffle with a reduction sauce of Fried Banana and Butterscotch Schnapps.  Enjoy!

Waffles and Fried Banana Butterscotch Sauce

Culinary Challenge

First off, don’t laugh too much, here, but I am resolved to embark upon a new course of artistic learning.  It’s going to be a long work in progress, but I’m fed up with myself.

I say to myself, “Doctor, Kseverny can do this all day long, making you jealous and hungry.  You must take a stand, bear arms, fight the good fight…be a man!”  Of course, I respond with the question, “What the hell would I do with a bear’s arms?”

Eventually, however, I argue myself into a corner and determine to craft beautiful works of yumminess from my own imagination, so I’m going to start doing so.  We’ll see how it goes…I’m going to tentatively start with a bi-weekly posting schedule for this project.  This gives me a week to make something, then a week to follow up on it and attempt to make it better from my first experience.

This week, I present to you my Wasabi Tuna Blossom (you can click the picture to get a larger version):

Wasabi Tuna Blossom

If anyone’s really interested in how it’s made, comment on it and I’ll tell you.  For now, though, I’ll describe the taste…the tuna was cooked to a loose patty consistancy and seared in butterscotch oil.  The main flavors were the light sweetness of butterscotch, bold bitterness of vinegar and salt, the bite of freshly crushed black peppercorn, and the lingering heat of wasabi that managed not to mask the other flavors in the process.

Also, I’m working on more lines for my Haiku poem.  I may try to create a new form from this, if it comes to me easily enough, so look for a post on that, as well.

Murmur

Whispers led to silence that

soft, loving curses

have known since our brazen days.

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“All that is glitter does not gold,”

~

“instead, it grows old

and loses its sheen to the

keening of the knife.”

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Ah, new venues, new ventures…verisimilitudinous vicissitudes in their own right, but well worth the worry.  Thank you for stopping by

/hugs

The “Good” Doctor