I had several insights while cleaning, slicing and freezing/putting up two boxes of Brigham City peaches.
Grandma Liked Bruised Fruit — 19:50 p.m.
Grandma taught me that/
even the bruised parts of fruit/
are juicy. I’m glad!
Fighting Gender Stereotypes: Putting Up Peaches for ME — 20:00 p.m.
When I’m putting up/
peaches why do women think/
my Mom asked me to?
Waste Not Bruised Peaches — 21:07 p.m.
Several peaches were/
bruised. I ate them all. Waste not…./
The night will be long.
Who needs a lover,
a warm bed mate to snuggle,
when you have a dog?
What should have been a/
goo moment was turned into/
muck by poor word choice.
I learned from my dad:/
Everyone’s front yard could look/
wildly glorious.
Some creatures enjoy/
the beauty that surrounds them./
Others just eat it.
A friend told me she/
breathed for me. Another prayed./
One researched. All loved.
Having a ragtop
lets you wave at the geese V,
hoping they don’t bomb.
OR
With my ragtop down,/
I wave at the geese V and/
hope they don’t bomb me.
A friend taught me the difference between “Carpe Diem” and “Palpō Diem” (“Seize the Day” versus “Feel the Day”.
Feeling the day means/
taking advantage of each/
opportunity.
Even when you’re still/
silent, you, still, strike my chords/
and remain my muse.
OR
Even when you are/
silent, you strike my heart’s chords/
and become my muse.
There’s a blue moon out./
If you were here or I there,/
we could cure our blues.
OR
A blue moon’s out. If/
you were here or I there, we’d/
cure our blue feelings.