O those of you who have chewed my words
and found them bitter—
to those of you have found the flavor lacking in salt and spice—
for mouth and ears that would rather go hungry than
feast on my shared thoughts—
I honor you with my gratitude
for adding fire to my stew pot.
I will allow my cauldron to bubble,
using only those flames to fan me further
than any meal could fill one soul.
I thank you for your criticism,
adding it as my communion with the words of my soul.
I shall use them to write
again and again
until I exhaust myself
of this culinary art of poetry.
Copyright 2016 Katie Pifer http://www.witchpetals.wordpress.com