Peter Witt is a retired university professor who took up writing poetry in his senior years. His work has appeared on several online platforms and in a published volume (Poems in the Breeze, Lulu.com). Peter also researches and writes family history (Edith’s War: Writings of a Red Cross Worker and Lifelong Champion of Social Justice, Texas A&M University Press).
Poetry is a dash of salt and a pinch of pepper mixed with silvery shallots, minced garlic, quarter cup of chilled Chablis that seasons words freshly picked at luscious dawn along a morning walk through a forest of disjointed phrases and dangling images, some yapping for attention, some waiting silently to be discovered, after a night of drunken rain, an early morning douse of dark thunder and showy lightning. In a quiet kitchen, all is sautéed at low heat, mixed with metaphor, finished with a bit of silky cream, spilled onto a blue-glass plate decorated with river, ghost and lover scenes, then served with crusty baguettes, inspired by poetic bakers of generations past, accompanied by a splash of mystery, wrapped in a fleece of extended brevity. When each morsel has been savored, reflected on, examined for flavor, color, and design, a critique is formed, gathering insights for future efforts to choose the right ingredients, refine the proper temperature, thrust of stirring, dare of heat... perhaps next time a bit more salt, a flame turned slightly higher, with greater time allowed to create a finished glaze of succulent brown, a glow and sizzle that welcomes the tongue and eye, a moment of ah and wonder that demands repeating for friends at future gatherings of gourmands and wordsmiths, all recorded in a patterned notebook, perhaps to share with others for their inspection and recitation.