Pretty Good Match

I have been writing poetry lately– actually quite a bit. But it's all in the form of song lyrics and the songs are still being formed. I finished this one within a day so that I could publish it on Valentine's Day:



Thanks for watching– there are more songs to come!

Good One, Goodell

Pressing

With buckets of apples beginning to stack up,
the need to process them becomes pressing.
Freezing and thawing and mashing and pressing
that is, and then some clean-up-the-messing.

Everything

I love the smell of fall almost as much as spring.
But in the spring there's asparagus and rhubarb,
and in the fall there's everything!

Hollow

I'll hide you in my bosom

like an owl in a hollow,

and you will find it full and warm

with sustenance to swallow.

Feast Tonight

If the food in the freezer flooded into the fridge
so the fridge food fled to the countertop,
let itself by diced and chopped,
then chose the frying pan over the fire,
there'd be a feast tonight.

I Eat Alone

Since you're not home, I eat alone.
I multi-task (no time to waste!)
and miss out on how my food tastes.

Living Casserole

When I am getting hungry,
even though I just, just ate,
I'd like some living casserole
to heap upon my plate.
And would that end my munchies?
Or would that make me yearn
for the work of God to do,
and still more calories to burn.

Beating Eggs

My arm, my arm!
What's done me harm
is a lack of electric mixer.
I guess that I have quite the knack
for beating eggs,
but I could go quicker.

Apricot

I saw the apricot fall.
It hit the dirt with a thud.
Now it sits on the ground
with dirt all around,
but it tastes so much better than mud.

Slivered Almonds

How do they sliver almonds?
That's what I'd like to know.
Do they drop them from a tower
onto well-placed blades below?
Do they run them past a mandoline
with several sharpened bands?
Or do they sit there with a paring knife
making slivers in their hands?

How do You Imagine Heaven?

How do you imagine heaven?
A desert nomad imagines green
and water flowing all around.
A relocated businessman imagines
a family reunion in a small town.
And I imagine something like
the big kitchen in the hostel in Lisboa,
where we're all laughing and talking and cooking together.

Good For Us

Being hungry is good for us.
For us, it means it's time to eat.
For us, it means we might lose something that we don't want anyway.
For us, it means the food will taste that much better.
For others, it means that there is not enough to eat.
Yes, being hungry is good, for us.

Coffee Cake

There is no coffee in this cake,
despite what you might think.
They must call it that because
it's good enough to drink.

Eggs

Eggs for breakfast,
omelets for lunch,
eggs on salads,
and boiled to munch.
Eggs in the basket
and eggs in the nest,
but the chickens are tired.
They've decided to rest.

Running on Banana

I'm running on banana
and a handful of nuts,
which is okay as long as I
am sitting on my butt.
But when I finish all my work
and get up to take a break
I will need some more food
like a taco or a steak.

The Red Hen

The red hen is the loudest.
She bosses the others around.
The red hen wants to be
the loudest chicken kept in town.
The red hen wants to be a rooster,
crowing atop the coop.
The red hen won't be satisfied.
The red hen will be soup.

I Feed

I feed
the baby, then I feel
a hungry need
for food; I feed
myself, then I feed
the baby, then I feed
the sourdough starter, then I feed
the baby, then I feed
the chickens, then I feed
the baby, then I feel
a hungry need
for food; I feed
myself, then I feed
the baby, then I feed
the kefir grain, then I feed
the baby, then I feel
a hungry need
for food; I feed
myself, then I feed
the baby, and then I feed
the baby (again) and then I feel
a hungry need
for food; I feed
the household, then I feed
the sourdough starter, then I feed
the baby, then I feed
the chickens, then I feed
the baby, then I feel
a hungry need
for food; I feed
myself, then I feed
the baby, and then I sleep.
And then (again)…

Chicken Coop

He's building me a chicken coop
that rolls around the yard,
so dealing with the chicken poop
shouldn't be too hard.

He's making sure this chicken coop
is structurally sound.
We'll have to get the neighbors' help
to roll the thing around!

Blood-Chocolate Level

That's why I've been cranky–
my blood-chocolate was low!
That's why life was dim and dark.
I'm glad that now I know.
It's bad to be in a bad mood,
but you know what's even worse?
When you don't know why you're in it–
now that's a double curse.