Pie Poem #16
"...the God who shows me unfailing love." Ps. 59:17
Before the hello I was almost without yearning,
yearning for what never was.
Leaving family, so no family, leaving husband, so no
husband, leaving babies, so no babies.
I watch my Gaura plant, pink flowers on long green stems.
two others killed in these harsh winters but this one,
oh this one is taller then I am, strong, swaying, blooming on and on,
It ignored the ninety-eight inches of
snow this year. With mercy,
I kill the aphids on it by
squeezing them to death.
And you,
You have all those things.
It's not for me to ask what do you cherish.
because I already know family and time.
Now I yearn. My Buddha says no yearning.
I look at old poems and I see
drunken illusion more then once.
Excused myself for love.
drop everything love
know nothing love
The Buddha within is not the
Laughing Buddha
sitting in my kitchen window,
watching and waiting for my blueberry pie, or
joy, my peace, my yearning less ness.
The Buddha in the living room says
yearn no more. Is there a weeping Buddha?
No. Effexior stopped the Buddha from any weeping.
He says make a pie to give away.
Give.
Yearning will go.
~ Cate DeLong
Further Thoughts From Cate's Nature Journal
Grilled corn from my past life, yes, but I've forgotten about it. I don't grill just for me but I think of the Thermidor huge grill we had in my last kitchen. A flick of the grill, a flick of that big fan and grill city. We had a grill vent on the side of the house that was restaurant size. Make grilled corn chowder next time, but use half and half, don't skimp.
Just now I put together a set of storage shelves on wheels that I've been staring at for weeks getting ready to do it. Not at all as hard as I thought it would be --what is? Now finished, and found out why a Philips screwdriver tip is magnetized. Cool. I bought a set of screw drivers last year because I was tired of not having the correct driver.
Back to work. No pie. Making a peach crisp.
"We must have a pie.
Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie."
~ David Mamet ~
See also
"Kiss Pie!" & "Do I Dare To Eat A Peach?"
Wow I forgot that poem. Thank you. I think now of a rewrite but love it still. Kiss pie!
ReplyDeleteCate, Thanks also for these kind words which you sent to me several years ago, along with the "Pie Poem" ~ "I think you're a great wife, mother, friend, cook, writer, reader, dresser, swimmer, talker, hairdo person, everything person. What can I say? Just wish you lived across the street so we could have tea whenever everyone else made us crazy and those tapes don't stop. . . . Love you, grateful you're on the other end."
ReplyDeletePS. Me too!