Are you blushing or is that just rage?

Gearhead picking wild leeks

Gearhead picking wild leeks

Wife: “I took a picture of you picking wild leeks for my blog”

Gearhead: “What blog? You haven’t written one in months.”

It’s true. How can I explain it? Is it because comedy is born of anger? That I had some incredibly funny things to write? That I know, with keen instinct, that laced up blog posts are not the balm for marital discord [wife edits: more blam really]? [Gearhead edits: It’s because you’re too busy! You’ve taken too much on! Yourimg_5014 poetry course for Christ’s sake!].

Yes, the poetry course. I underestimated the mind time necessary to produce an idea with as few words as possible. And with the few words chosen, one must create a picture of beauty, a painting within the mind’s eye. It required all the extra attention I had. And then some. But I discovered I LOVE it.

Here’s an example of one that, by posting here I forfeit the privilege to publish elsewhere. But as a good friend pointed out, with the tact and skill of the Jedi mind trick, “you wouldn’t want this poem to be part of your professional repertoire.” So, in lieu of a recipe I give you a foodie still life in poetic form:

Your Fruit Salad Makes Me Blush

Rolled lemons

beneath the heel

of the hand

press juice

from flesh

 

Dangled pear

ripe

soft

sticky

slicks fingers

 

Slivers of peach

fuzz-rubbed

shiver the

length of my

tongue

 

Grape skin

peeled back

slow

slips off

purple

 

A capful or two

of rum

shoots heat

to the back

of the throat

 

Oh

the cherry

Oh

the stain

burgundy

 

Your banana

laid to rest

alongside

a spill of pomegranate seeds

glistens

If this poem was successful you should all have an erection … or at least aimg_4978 tumescent hint of one [wife edits: women have erectile tissue too ladies! And just as an aside, did you know that the vagina is not so much tube shaped, but really more like a folded up umbrella? They never show you that in the medical drawings.]

[Gearhead edits: Good God. Stop!]

wife: “what do you think of my poem?”

Gearhead: “it makes me want to eat fruit salad.”

[wife edits, wailing: I’ve failed!!!]

It’s spring. A new beginning. Here’s another poem to end this post off:

I pray that my creativity multiplies

As the jaguars, put to winter in the barn

Give birth to greater numbers

By spring

[Gearhead edits: smartass.]

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9 thoughts on “Are you blushing or is that just rage?

  1. That was the best fruit salad I have had in a very long time!! Loved the second poem as well. Thank you for sharing, you are so dry creative.

  2. birocrats on said:

    knock down that inukshuk…. it can hurt stupid tourists…. in my poem the grapes were green so it didnt get past broca’s area

  3. Eve Hope on said:

    Love them both Suzanne, I am always very impressed with your writing ability .Poetry wow!. A delicious fruit salad thank you so much for sharing.
    Your second poem really made me smile. X

  4. I feel your destiny is no longer a cookbook, but a poetry cookbook………waiting patiently!

  5. Anita Lanning on said:

    your poetic spring stirrings are strangely reassuring…try saying that outloud 3 times without biting your tongue. 🙂

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