To take sour with bitter to find sweetness of lemonade, and sit in the shade take time to see the pantry is full of summers stock prepared for winter snows. When you are prepared, you don’t need to hoard, take from shelves, from those that didn’t know there would be a snow storm of want.
Interesting selection of object and theme, and well-flung poetic dart. Though I don't know if a lemon is bitter or sour, but confessing and hoarding lemon concentrate is bitter and sour, pebble-grained lemon peel, tough as pigskin. How did evolution settle on such sour-bitterness to in guarantee proliferation, or whatever ate lemons in the wild? I purse my lips at the thought of it, just as you pursed your poem's oddness and frame.
You too? Speaking if which I always instruct wife to buy TWO at a time, as I use Italian lemon juice, faster and faster, to temper my chopped Peruvian raw ginger root in my golden coffee, now up to six or seven ingredients, the least of which is a half teaspoon of generic supermarket instant coffee.
Ah your coffee recipe sounds extraordinary! My wife is more the lemon person than me, it’s part of her daily routine. Mind sharing how you make coffee?
Prescient.
“…in this time of want” and those who don’t need to want, want. All the wanting left wanting.
Delightful and a regular feature of every grocery trip since the beginning of the pandemic. I particularly love:
"that I’m not
the only
stocked-up
lucked-out
loser left "
Thanks, Chris!
This one really flowed from start to finish. Great lines.
Nice to hear that from you, thanks!
To take sour with bitter to find sweetness of lemonade, and sit in the shade take time to see the pantry is full of summers stock prepared for winter snows. When you are prepared, you don’t need to hoard, take from shelves, from those that didn’t know there would be a snow storm of want.
Good point, thanks. Not much long term thinking going on here! :)
Well done, Alan - Speaks to everyone, even those who already have but always want more.
So glad you like it, Paul!
Interesting selection of object and theme, and well-flung poetic dart. Though I don't know if a lemon is bitter or sour, but confessing and hoarding lemon concentrate is bitter and sour, pebble-grained lemon peel, tough as pigskin. How did evolution settle on such sour-bitterness to in guarantee proliferation, or whatever ate lemons in the wild? I purse my lips at the thought of it, just as you pursed your poem's oddness and frame.
Just sour to me, KR. Thanks for the speculation, and your sharp response!
You too? Speaking if which I always instruct wife to buy TWO at a time, as I use Italian lemon juice, faster and faster, to temper my chopped Peruvian raw ginger root in my golden coffee, now up to six or seven ingredients, the least of which is a half teaspoon of generic supermarket instant coffee.
THE SOLAR PLEXUS
I have an obsession
With the sour sweetness
And attendant ambiguities
Of a yellow lemon. Do
You as well? Me two.
KR, 2.16.2025
Ah your coffee recipe sounds extraordinary! My wife is more the lemon person than me, it’s part of her daily routine. Mind sharing how you make coffee?