twoblueviolets

Potato soup, three ingredients but I added four 
Potatoes, cheese, broth and something a little more 
cringey action I know, confusing recipe I know 
I know.

Sisyphean poetry - a repeat of the same set of lines where every time a line gets added or taken away it starts at the beginning again - a poem that can never end and never be entirely complete

There's a haze out in the meadow before the cattle graze,
settled slow and clean and shining like a glaze, 

the cattle move on in as the dew begins to dry,
the haze clears up fast like a tear in the eye.

smack crack whack 

the clinking clanking sound of hammer hitting anvil

the hiss of a fire, the crackle of the coals

it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.

then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.

tantalizing.

then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.