I am always glad to receive an inspired MY PLATE HAIKU regarding food, eating, cooking, agriculture or nourishment. I include these lovely haikus on a rotational basis or when they are particularly relevant at the end of each of my posts and include the poet’s first name. Please see my posts Dietary Haiku and Haiku for You and submit your offering on one of the comment links. Moving beyond the formal haiku structure is acceptable and any inspired phrase or poetic expression is welcome.
As of July 2015, I am transforming these MY PLATE HAIKUS into Instagram messages. Upon submission, please let me know if I can use your offering and first name for such purposes.
Also, I am eager to receive MY PLATE PLATES. These can be pictures of just a beautiful plate or a plate filled with the type of food that you feel provides loving nourishment to you or to those you care for. This is a re-visioning of the USDA MyPlate model of feeding.
With appreciation, Elyn
MY Plate Haikus
Are we what we eat/Or do we eat what we are/Are they the same thing? Julie
The farmers’ market/Each egg at the dairy stand/A different color. Enki
Spread peanut butter/On whole grain sweet dark bread/Raspberry jam-yum. Barb
Food made joyfully/As a gift of time and self/Feeds body and soul. Anne-Marie
Deep scarlet red beets/Reveal your sweetness to me/Slip out of your skins. Elyn
Blueberry bushes/Three children with empty pails/Pluck, pluck, crunch, exhale. Michael
Craving for pickles/And German chocolate cake/My friend is pregnant. Gretchen
Smooth peanut butter/Spread on a peeled banana/Snack time perfection. Gretchen
Hunger tiptoes in/From bellies, hearts or minds/Feed me now she calls. Eva
Grasses, grain, fruit, wine/Garden flowers produce joy/Kitchen flours bread. Gordon
Food is medicine/Farmers are doctors, Cooks priests/Eat, pray, eat, pray, love. Gordon
Peach baskets brimming/Raspberries ripe on the bush/Apples soon to come. Anna
Adirondack lake/Soothes us from the heat–weightless/We float like feathers. Elyn
Love is a deeper season/Than reason/My Sweet One e.e. (cummings)
Did you really think/ That you could hide fish in rice?/Oh, the green paste burns! and,