“Ideas come from life: what happens in mine, what I see happening in others’, mixed with a great deal of imagination. I might see a person in a grocery store and build a whole character and life out of what’s in her basket”—Elizabeth Berg

Smart baskets
Picnic in Paris
On their bikes

Even the simplest wicker basket can become priceless when it is loved and cared for through the generations of a family—Sister Parish

Tastefully
A salad basket
Eats the scene

Yangi, a philosopher, art historian and poet, had evolved a theory of why some objects – pots, baskets, cloth made by unknown craftsmen – were so beautiful. In his view, they expressed unconscious beauty because they had been made in such numbers that the craftsman had been liberated from his ego—Edmund De Waal

On a quay
Catching the fisheye
Creel quivers

But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket—Lawrence Durrell

On a bike
An empty basket
Packs bouffet

Morris Berman has pointed out that museums characteristically present hard things, such as axes and spears, as evidence of early culture. But culture very likely begins with baskets made of reeds that are “soft” and hold emptiness—Robert Bly

Gulps tidbits
Gorges on tiskits
Scarfs taskets

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing—D.H. Lawrence

Pulpit prose
Sidewalk poetry
Gourmet feed

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees—Pablo Neruda

While wending
Through beauty’s banquet
Baskets feast

Poetry isn’t a profession, it’s a way of life. It’s an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that—Mary Oliver

This post is dedicated to escapees from figurative Bedlams, via the the figurative baskets we weave through our scenes.