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Life Flavored Notes

 
I wonder what I am supposed to be doing sometimes.  It seems I'm always just waiting on the next amusement ride.  
 
And when it comes along, I'll take my seat on it,  and I'll see all the things outside that I'm missing, all going by in slow motion.  
 
Never knowing the meaning, making little worlds complete, never changing anything, it seems I'm always missing out on something.    
 
I like my new place, things are moving slowly here for me.  I'm fixing things up, and down, and how I want them.   
 
I had to leave my baby behind, and so its hard to do anything with a broken heart and detached mind.  I've been looking at paint, I'm thinking about painting the walls again.   
 
I write everyday, and sometimes I'll share a few thoughts, maybe a poem.   
 
Tonight I'm gathering the redbud blossoms in the yard .  The redbud winter is upon us here, and I'm going to make jelly tomorrow.  Today I went and bought the jars.   
 
 
 
 
Taste of the Redbud
 
 
The spectacular redbud,  
a taste for life,  
like a snap, savored  
in sweet fondant,  
a taste of the spring to come,  
 
and the aftertaste,  
like a snow-kissed winter;  
a spice left behind  
that leaves 🍃  
a darling flavor at odds.   
 
.........taste  
the blossom of the redbuds.   
 
Written by Pishashee
Published | Edited 16th Apr 2021
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