Food Poetry: Blackberry Sage Glazed Meatballs

in the chorus of many voices

she hushes the words wanting to rise

singing her song on a final bridge

the song hovers on the tongue waiting

It will not come

but what it is reverberates

to be heard to listen

Now we hear the music

Now we must heed its melody

and wait for our turn on stage

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About Anneliesz

Food. Poetry. People. Art. If I was Julie Andrews singing her song, these would be some of my favorite things. My biggest food fail was something we'll call "Tuna Surprise," but that never kept me out of the kitchen. Cooking is my own playtime. While I'm not a chef and would never claim to be anything less than an experimenter of flavors and textures, I sure do love to feed people. Then there's my love of writing which commenced at a wee age over a talking pen named "Percy". I love rolling words around my tongue in different languages. Art camp taught me the importance of not having an eraser. Life is an adventure and one whose marrow I seek to suck as much out of as possible. Join me as I live my life en route.

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