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The Taste

Picking strawberries with my Grandmother

The warming sun smiling down at us

Look under the dark green leaves

Lift that, lift this one

Find a hidden ruby

‘Oh no, leave this one for later’

Not ripe enough, not ripe enough, not ripe enough

Pan through the rows

Pop them in a basket, pop them in a mouth

Dusty dirt soils my hands

Sitting, kneeling, crouching in-between the trenches

But no battle field here, just a field with red not of sorrow

Plump berries

Colored and flavored like love

Reflecting remembrances of Christmas

Red adorned the world

Basket becomes a volcano erupting

Lava rolls down

Lava too hot to handle

‘That’s enough’

Strawberry Cobbler is tonight’s dessert

Memories from long ago keep re-surfacing

I keep on having a strawberry taste in my mouth

A sickly-sweet savor

Twisted feelings

Oxymoron emotions

Heart ache and heart willing

I close my eyes and think

and that’s all I do

Think

The flavor lessons and them comes again

Time to do it’s next ever-coming rounds

Around and around I play this game

The taste never quite leaves my lips

The strawberry tang holds me

Holds me in memories

Re-surfacing memories

Why must the finish line keep on moving?

I am captive by something most persons relish

The strawberry taste ever anew

Never quite fleeting

Holding me tight

Might be a warm hug or a choke hold

I might never know

But all I know

is that it holds me.

 

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Indeed, I Did the Deed

In response to The Strawberry Taste in my Mouth


I look up and I see the sun

and I hear the bumble bees

The strawberry taste in my mouth has passed

I feel the bird’s wings brush up against me and I’m okay

***

Indeed, I did the deed

The words were foreign

Just like I knew they would be

***

They had their effect

and run their course

of hours pondering

Maybe a little better

A new place to explore

but the puzzle pieces themselves didn’t change

Instead the puzzle as a whole did

***

I’ve decided that a vacuum should pick up dog hair from carpet

and a watch should be hided under a coat sleeve

only seen when time is needed

A vacuum should not be made out of a watch

***

The pieces of life do not have to fit

Maybe they aren’t made to

Maybe life doesn’t have to be completely and utterly

okay

***

Indeed I did the deed

and found not a new perspective

but a new concept

***

Everything doesn’t have to fit

Everything doesn’t have to work

Everything doesn’t have to be perfect because someone thinks it should

It’s okay to not be okay inside

***

And so I

I look up and I see the sun

and I hear the bumble bees

The strawberry taste in my mouth has passed

I feel the bird’s wings brush up against me and I’m okay

to not be okay