In Praise Of Lemons And Leftovers

Life is what you make it

Lemons

Instead of a safe supermarket apple symmetric perfection on the surface passably fresh, passably juicy passably sweet, and basically blah

Let’s take a walk in the citrus grove Rows of trees under hot summer sun Among their glossy leaves hide fragrant blossoms, buds, and fruit both ripe and green

Not ready to be bitten into, the lemon you pick will require some effort to enjoy Its juice will pucker your mouth before rewarding you with an invigorating kick

“When life hands you lemons…” they say, as if that were a bad thing, as if it were not challenges that make every existence worth its while.

Leftovers

I open an old photo album and find a smorgasbord of places to revisit experiences to relive faces to remember and love Much like finding an array of delicious leftovers to enjoy the day after the feast.

I was tagged by Holly Jahangiri to write about “life, lemons, and left-overs”

And now, I will tag the following ten fine poets Salam Khan, Shringi Kumari, Madhavi Shree, FILZA CHAUDHRY, Gurpreet Dhariwal, Dennett, ICO, Priyanka Srivastava, Manasi Diwakar, and last but not least Harsh Kundulli, to write a poem on “my favorite place on earth (real or imagined).”