Taking Advantage of What Was Left Behind

SHE:

I ate your pistachios left in the bag on the counter,

Cracked them open  SNAP!  SNAP!  SNAP!

Savored every greenish nut, except for the one

That was rotten and left a bitter taste in my mouth.

HE:

Upon reaching the snow covered cabin,

I searched my backpack for the salted, green nuts,

Only to realize that in my forgetfulness

My lover savored them as a gift in my absence.

-LG

The Eye of an Apple

This is the one and only apple that was left in my fruit bowl.  I ate it, and it was delicious.

*After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost : a reading

*After Apple-Picking : poem analysis and essay 

Pine Cone

There is something about the feel of a pine cone...the prickly sensation it leaves behind after you put it down, the stickiness of the sap that is pooled on the tips of the scales, and the smell of green if green was a fragrance.

Before the Cut

onions

About the Onion

After I took the picture of my coffee mug, I started doing some research on still life photography and decided to give it another try.  Why did I pick onions?  I didn't have any fruit and wanted the chance to share some more poetry.

Onions by William Matthews

Coffee in the Morning

my new coffee mug

Today
Frank O'Hara, 1926-1966

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
You really are beautiful!  Pearls,
harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!  all
the stuff they've always talked about

still makes a poem a surprise!
These things are with us every day
even on beachheads and biers.  They
do have meaning.  They're strong as rocks.


Today Over Coffee
Lora Gill

Oh!  Yorkshire terriers, silly bands, Starbucks coffee!
You really are beautiful!  Cell phones,
iPods, GPSs, digital cameras! all
the stuff they've always talked about

still makes a poem a surprise!
These things are with us every day
even in the car and at the bedside table.  They
do have meaning.  They're strong as rocks.

But not all that life is meant to be.