Ars Blog-poetica

My poetry is like
the ice cream my mom
would make from
a bowl of new-
fallen snow when
we were kids. Eat
quickly before it
melts! If you want
more, get your own
bowl & hold it
up to the sky.

Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

3 Replies to “Ars Blog-poetica”

  1. Dave, your last line reminds me of childhood … has a bit of fantasy mixed in with the real act of holding a bowl up to the sky to collect snowflakes. We did this too. We mixed the snow with a little maple syrup or jam. Lovely image. thankyou.

    1. Glad you liked that. Yes, and there are recipes on the internet for anyone else who wants to give it a go. We only stopped because of the sulfuric acid in our precipitation here.

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