in my first attempt to write a Qasida poem*
|Succulent nouns for poetry
mixed according to recipe
with cinnamon and strawberries
and baked in solemn reverie.
These distinctive ingredients
produced linguistic chemistry,
when blended by ancient wordsmiths
in culinary jubilee.
If new concoction did not work,
poetry chefs thought, "C'est la vie,"
then tried again without delay
and did not sulk in misery.
*"Round 65 from the Middle East, the Qasida"