Let poetry be pastry,
sweet almonds, bold; versed
from beds and stones.
From Caracas to Madras
milk and honey words
that slow the hasty,
rich the poor and young the old
served digestible sonnets.
Let poetry be giving
food for thoughts and
sweetness for the living.
Cause it’s in the mouths of men
were eating honeycombs
grows to ballads.
Still Life With Oysters And Pastries by Osias Beert
I will link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow as well.
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January 28, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Honeycomb ballads. Perfect!
That makes me hungry.
Let it be so indeed! 🙂
Your poem has left me hungry for sweet things with words in them… and for almonds, too. 😀
“rich the poor and young the old” Nice! I enjoyed your comment it was a bit like prying a beautiful rose garden… This “short” little poem took me quite a while – off and on all day. 🙂
Wow Björn! your sonnet is delectable as well as digestible! I love the phrase ‘versed from beds and stones’ and that wonderful stanza that could so easily stand alone:
.’Let poetry be giving
food for thoughts and
sweetness for the living.
Cause it’s in the mouths of men
where eating honeycombs
grows to ballads.’
I love that ballads came from mouths of men eating honeycombs… of course!!!
I really enjoyed your poem from start to finish, be nice to music too.
Nibbling sonnets is OK but I’m told that if I’m caught licking limericks it will be divorce.
Absolutely – words should be the sweetness of life
That is the secret of writing poetry which is to make it digestable, sweetness is fine but a hot curry flavor is good too.
Delicious write!! 😀
I love this section:
“sweet almonds, bold; versed
from beds and stones.
From Caracas to Madras
milk and honey words
that slow the hasty,
rich the poor and young the old” … That was very clever, what you did there.
Super sexy:
“the mouths of men
were eating honeycombs” … And yummy. I love chewing homegrown honeycomb, straight out of the jar.
Poetry can be lots of things! In this age I myself prefer poetry that gives ‘food for thought’ – perhaps there will come a time for sweetness again……
“Cause it’s in the mouths of men
were eating honeycombs
grows to ballads.”
luv this stanza for its encouragement to woo with words
Happy Sunday
much love
You had me at “let poetry be pastry” and “food for thought.” Yum.
Wow! This beauty may change the intent of my own writing!
Delicious 🙂
I love “versed from beds and stones”. And the old served “digestible sonnets”. A wonderful poem, Bjorn.
Your voice is “sweet,” I love your words!
Aw great! I was already craving the pastry in you piece, but then, you show me those incredible delectables… that’s mean 🙂
Your words here are delightfully edible. Nice job Bjorn.
Very delicious! how sweet!
Honeycombs to ballads, such a great image. I love the invitation for poetry to be sweet!
But poetry must also be protein and vegetables lest we become unhealthy and unbalanced. I also have to admit that I definitely have a sweet tooth, so I found a distinct liking for your poem,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
This is very cool. Loved the title! My favorite lines: milk and honey words that slow the hasty. I could roll that around ~ again ~ and again ~~~ it floats off the page
Love everything in this, even the title works well. I want to write a honey ballad!
“rich the poor and young the old
served digestible sonnets.” What poetry should do – wonderful
I really like the way you’ve used “rich” and “young” as verbs in S2. And the whole thing is delicious!
Love, love ‘slow the hasty”. This is perfectly condensed.
Oh I love this, especially your last stanza!
Bravo, Bjorn! Now I’m hungry…