Oh my god I LOVE THIS. I love the idea of changing tastes being a reminder of our capacity for growth... What's that line from Beauty and the Beast? "Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong." I think this is absolutely poetic. Keep 'em coming!
My first thought was avocados 🥑 (bizarre, right?!? Lol). I’m no poet, but here’s a stab at this:
An ode to avocados
Oh avocado
How did I ever dislike you?
Was it a lack of familiarity?
Subpar quality in the cold north east?
Or the fact that my ex despised you so?
It’s no wonder when I divorced
(And subsequently found myself)
That I also found you, little avocado
Few things surpass the joy of cutting into the soft flesh of an avocado,
And finding it just perfectly ripe!
You glide like butter onto my toast
I sprinkle my cracked black pepper on top
This is perfection in a bite!
Oh avocado
I do love you so
May you always be in my life
A reminder that I can continue to grow and change
Oh my god I LOVE THIS. I love the idea of changing tastes being a reminder of our capacity for growth... What's that line from Beauty and the Beast? "Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong." I think this is absolutely poetic. Keep 'em coming!
So beautiful, Torri. :) Thank you for sharing! I think mine is playing violin by ear. Here's my writing thoughts.
For years, sheet music was it.
Bars hemming me in like columns,
No room for childlike wiggling
No spontaneous trills.
The joy of the orchestra,
Of collective breathing and the
Tapping of toes
And weaving lines of uniqueness
Together
Were beautiful, but
I always knew there was more.
From the first time I saw a fiddler
My mind exploded.
The bare feet,
The lack of time signature
The freedom of expression
Moved me to tears.
Eight-year-old me
Knew my current endeavors
Of sheet music and uniformity
Weren't what my soul wanted.
I persisted, though.
"Why do you move around so much?"
"Sit still."
But I couldn't.
Then came college.
Scared, new, deep.
A friend asked me
To be in a band.
I asked for music.
He laughed.
I didn't understand.
He strummed his guitar, then said
"Just pick a melody in this key."
And I laughed.
But not in the same way he did.
But then, then
I learned to love the mistakes,
To move with the moment
To let the flow of my blood
Define the melody
The timbre of my emotions influence
My phrasing for the better.
And that has made all the difference.
Dancing outside in the forest
With my violin
Is where I'm at my happiest,
My most free.
It's not perfect, but what is? :) Thanks for giving us this prompt, Torri!
Replying about this in my comment on the other post but I just want to say here that I love this!!