Sunday, February 10, 2013

Regarding Lemons


(R.A.D. Stainforth and lemons and so on...)


Those lemons I bought at Christmas

are still in the fridge
I had the best intentions

of squeezing them in Bloody Marys,
slathering curd on holiday toast,

but my pucker forgot,
preoccupied with pressing

unseasonal lemonade,
playing spoon and sugar,

flaying lodberries
with your lips.


tk/February 2013


Joseph Lorusso 

64 comments:

  1. priorities. Lemons will keep and kisses are sweeter

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  2. ...ah, that's rather an intimate way of squeezing lemons... and i just love the reference to bloody marys... hmmn... i think R.A.D. missed this one... delicious words Tess... as always... tnx for the treat... smiles...

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    1. R.A.D. is coming...just running a little late this week...

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  3. Dear Tess ... I giggled out loud as I read your poem! Wonderful way to begin my day.

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  4. This is an example of good taste(s) in poetry.

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  5. Great fun, and not too far removed from mine.

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  6. Sweet... love the final couplet.

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  7. Like William Carlos Williams.... You shouldn't have - but you did. :)

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  8. If the picture is indicative of the reason why those lemons are still in the fridge, then slathering curd on holiday toast, delicious as it sounds, would happily wait.
    Anyway, the lemons will freeze and make even better curd (I've tried this!), the fun won't wait!

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  9. i like my pucker forgot preoccupied with pressing


    Initiated Kiss

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  10. This had me slathering and slurping.

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  11. Lovely unexpected write- I feel for those poor sad lost and forgotten lemons!

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  12. Well, I want to hear this one read aloud.

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  13. I was happy at the Bloody Marys...but you really got me with the lodberries..ready to try that!

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  14. Tess, this is so cool, at first it hadn't occurred to me, but after having read all the comments so far- it's really heated up my thoughts for Valentine's Day! What an awesome thing to do!

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  15. where is rodrigo this fine afternoon??

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    1. He's here now...just running a bit late...hope you come back for a listen/watch...

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  16. I had the hardest time getting past the yellow. Your poem with delightfully with it.

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  17. Sometimes the best intentions can get forgotten with other interests!

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  18. Playing spoon and sugar. Now without sounding creepy, THAT'S a line I'd love to use sometime!

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    1. As long as you give me credit, Rick Baker ;)

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  19. What a delightful zesty kiss!

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  20. Let the lemon stay on in the fridge. There are more pressing things at hand! Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  21. Graceful, witty and rather neat...

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  22. I like how preoccupied with pressing sounds like puckering up-

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  23. Different enough to be interesting, beautiful enough to be different.

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    1. Alan, this is exactly what I strive for in a poem...thank you so very much...

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  24. I like playing spoon and sugar! thanks-

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  25. ahhh ... the mistress of the double entendre has struck again! Lovely, Tess. Smiling as I read this one!

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  26. You capture the sheer deliciousness of kissing...

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  27. Always a smile at your sly selections. Not surprisingly, I never gave valentine's day a thought looking at this prompt...but of course! I like your light delicious treat.

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  28. Yummy! I love "but my pucker forgot..."

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  29. lemons and lips puckering up....nice one Tess

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  30. lodberries... googled image & looked up the word. What is it, exactly?

    Your word play is alway interesting and makes one think. Playing spoon and sugar is adorable for the month of love. Now I have to go have a listen.

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    1. Hey, has R.D.S. given up smoking? And in full color! Quite the change.

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    2. Lodberries are not actually berries...they're 17th/18th century waterfront houses and warehouses in Lerwick, Shetland...

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    3. Yeah...I love R.A.D. in color...trying to convince him to make it a regular thing...I think the lemon replaced the cigarette just this once...

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    4. Am confused at lodberries, as I also looked it up and saw lovely pictures of fishing houses by the water. Can't imagine flaying a house, nor using one's lips to do so. Was hoping to get a clue as to what that phrase meant in these comments, but so far no dice. I was going along just fine with all the lemon and kissing lingo, mentally adding "limoncello" to one of the many lemon-related tasks I've also put off but wanted to try, and then I got hit with flaying lodberries. Just can't get my head around that.

      Care to help a floundering sole? 8-)

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    5. Marcheline, the beauty of poetry is that everything doesn't have to be literal...much like a painting or music...let your mind float...

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  31. It's all right that the lemons wait for as long as it takes. Longer, even.

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  32. Food and sex are such a delightful couple !

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  33. Mr. Stainforth is positively Shakespearean. Alas poor Yorick. And I just wonder if a word like lodberries is part of your normal vocabulary or do you hunt for these words. Do you use a dictionary as you write? If so, which one.

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    1. Suki, I didn't even make the connection...and Hamlet is my favorite! I always keep a notebook handy and jot down words and phrases that pop up in my daily conversations and so on...I don't normally use a dictionary...

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  34. Love the true message in this Tess.......lovely!! :-)

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  35. Wow.... I just found you here (new to your work,) but if this is an indicator of what you do, I gotta read everything! bravo!

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    1. Thank you very much AJ...nice to meet you...

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  36. This is just to say
    love is the best intention

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  37. I have eaten
    the plums...
    so sweet
    and so cold

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  38. Thank you dearest peeps...your kind and generous comments mean so very much to me...and thank you R.A.D. for another beautiful read...

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  39. I want to go drink some sweet lemonade now.

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)