Dad didn’t, but mom sure did
partake in peppers
For years I wouldn’t. My first?
Jalapeño, like
so many—nachos, salsa,
burgers. Black pepper
didn’t count, but now even
black pepper . . . in its warmth
prompts complications.
Turns out, dear dad did judge well
TRPV1
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Inspired by “pepper” prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, sprinkled by Punam at paeansunplugged.
In thought and therefore mind present
In memoriam, with respect
Living, gone; more, survived or died
Courage of all, each unified
Joined: hip to wide calamity
Thick of worldwide humanity
Beneath universal conflict
Under protected influence
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the work of writing
impresses me not of rest
though I love it so
it uncomplicates therefore
unwinds bound-up perceptions
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Although my tanka poem entry might seem to differ, I completely agree w/ Sadje‘s points of experience—final result being a kind of relaxation . . . a keen sort of calm, capable of establishing composure or order in thought. Once experienced, to consider it again is the road to dedication [to habit] and greater perspective.
Inspired by David’s W3 #56, “Relaxing with Blogging” and Suzette B‘s prompt to write a haiku or tanka about “a favorite way to relax/unwind”; found, and also inspired by, Sadje’s “Relaxing with Blogging” entry linked previously. Thanks for the prompts, fellow writers/poets/bloggers . . .
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