Monday, April 29, 2013

Basket of Berries







Basket of Berries



When I was a peach
they stood in line to split me.
My sweetness spangled their chins.

When I was champagne,
they stood in line to toast me.
My slipper overflowed their little brains.

When I was a basket of berries
they fought like cats to juice me,
to suckle up a fool's Cointreau.

Now that I'm a stone
it's logical they've left me;
they didn't come to build, after all.

~April 2013




Calanais Stones








Images: Chandon Cremant Imperial, by Alphonse Mucha
Public Domain, via wikipaintings.org

Calanais Stones, by Kelvyn Skee , on flick'r


13 comments:

  1. didnt come to build...no...stone is a bit more permanent and a whole lot harder to consume you know...smiles.

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  2. i enjoy the playful wit in this. I'm reminded of the children's tale The Little Red Hen. The animals on the farm want her opulent gifts, but none are willing to lift a hand in effort. This also speaks to me of aging in a world where youth is revered and elder-dom is either ignored or avoided. Thought-provoking, this is also somewhat lighthearted. You seem to have lost no steam in the month's progression. I'm curious how you will proceed in May. I may have to start a paint-by-number project... : /

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    1. Laughin at the paint by numbers--or you could weave potholders out of those stretchy things, if they still make them. Very soothing. Don't expect to see me for at least a week after tomorrow! I'll be soaking my brain in rooting hormone or something. ;_) Thanks Jane. You've handled this challenge rather well yourself.

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  3. I wish that I had written this!

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  4. That ending is killer. I love the structure, the rhythm, the sensuality and the hard lesson here.

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  5. Fabulous. It could be written to a politician, I'm afraid, from his district, his voters, a natural mineral deposit, a wife or husband-- Very funny, if mordant. k.

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  6. Wow! That is an incredible transition from fleshpot to standing stone. You have the most awesome ideas, Joy.

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  7. Joy Ann, this is sensual until the hard tone at the end, which rings with so much truth. I am now just trying to catch up with some folks, as I didn't even turn on my laptop yesterday. I was in reading a long overdue book, I was in rebel mode. :) Do you like Paulo Coelho and have you read "The Fifth Mountain? If not, I recommend it. He is magical.

    Pamela

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  8. PS-- I love the candytuft and pansies on the side bar!!!

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  9. just the leap from the 3 Fetches to this, but the link, too: that liminal state, that looking through the lens from the other side, which you do with sharp eloquence ~

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  10. Ha--I feel like I remember this one but don't see comment-very clever and vivid and engaging--the others too. k.

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    1. Ha to you--probably just the fact that I only write about the same things. ;_)Thanks, k.

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