Patience: start with the obvious,
and know there is no natural
separation of skin from flesh.
Have the right tool: Having a knife
is not the same thing as having
a knife sharp enough to shave a peach.
It is not a contest--nor is it a race: The goal
is to leave behind as much
peach as possible. Oh, yeah, expect
juice: it will coat your fingers with
something sweet, but as sticky as
blood. Through all this peeling--remember
that the skin on a peach won't hurt you.
The fiber you peel away is actually a benefit.
Still, you should wait to ask yourself:
"Why do I do the things I do?"
Mostly the reasons won't matter.
Bad's good is often delicious.
This is a place for me to post my own poems, to write about the art of writing poetry, and my thoughts about poetic works. I hope it is something of interst to others.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
HOW I'VE LIVED MY LIFE
I've lived my life like an empty
suitcase stashed in the back
of a back closet. I've always had
the capacity to be filled, but I've
not been filled. I was designed
to go places, but I went nowhere.
My usefulness was, well, useless,
because you can't use less of what
was never used in the first place.
I've been stored away in a dark
place, longing for and loving light.
suitcase stashed in the back
of a back closet. I've always had
the capacity to be filled, but I've
not been filled. I was designed
to go places, but I went nowhere.
My usefulness was, well, useless,
because you can't use less of what
was never used in the first place.
I've been stored away in a dark
place, longing for and loving light.
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