I’m sifting through dry beans
picking out rocks
tossing damaged beans
skipping the limas
keeping the good ones
planning a steaming hot
pot of bean soup with bacon
carrots, celery, and onion
a few of my favorite herbs
Or maybe I’m writing a memoir
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Toni offers the word “skip” for inclusion in our 44-word poems today. I’m thinking about what to leave in and what to leave out of the memoir I’m writing.
Or at least a fun and different ‘skip’ poem! 🙂
How fun. But I like limas–haven’t had them in ages, though.
Oooh–just reread to catch the last line. Wow! What a metaphor.
I like brown limas but not green.
Yum! And so well written as well as tasty.
What’s funny is that I never actually cook with dry beans. I’m too impatient. I always use canned beans, but that doesn’t quite work as a metaphor for memoir writing. 🙂
You’re right, and cooking red beans from scratch can be dangerous. But I do love bean soup.
This is so clever! And it made me hungry!
That seems to be a common reaction. 😉
Excellent. I love this very much.
That soup sounds wonderful – but may I skip the bacon?
You could of you’re making it because then it would be your soup. Mine has bacon but everyone’s soup is unique.
That’s very true 🙂
this made me smile. it has a comfortable feel to it
Excellent metaphor, Linda! And I agree on lima beans (taste like dust). Happy sorting!
oh how I’ve always hated lima beans!!! LOVE this! 🙂 sorting out all those beans…another memoir 🙂
Like they say, it’s the editing that’s the hardest part of writing and that’s exactly what you were doing with that bean soup! Nice, Linda.
This poem was well written. You took us on a journey in a mere 44 words. Just like a memoir 🙂
I am hungry for that soup..and that last line was so unexpectedly delightful ~
Produced a knowing chuckle from me… thanks.
i find more
i Love ingredients
oF aLL.. more i see
But if I included every part in my memoir it would be longer than War and Peace and no one would ever read it.
SMiLes.. i have a confession to make..
Linda.. FriEnd.. mY entire blog is one poem
that is over 3 million words
long.. with 663 macro
verses.. some folks
call ’em chapters..
and tens of thouSands
oF micro verses for
macro whole.. and
the other day.. i finished
one macro verse.. comprising
noW.. aLL mY dVerse poetic
responses to ALL dVerse
links/prompts from a year’s
time from April of 2015
through March of 2016..
truly having no idea of
what i accomplished as wHole
and that “GodsUniVerseNovel3”..
yes.. my third free verse Novel..
just for fun.. as i’m financiAlly
independent and would
never ever now
for art anyway..
with God.. but yes.. i understand
i’m fortunate in that way..
and yes.. the entire
like ‘they’ say.. faith..
hope.. and belief can
move mountains more than
swords my friend.. words
and i WiLL
that until the
end of server days..
dead or alive.. IT matters not..
who kNows perHaps a thousand years..
Love the last line! It’s so unexpected, and just perfect.
Good call on skipping the Limas. Blech.
(I know this is a metaphor, but the mere mention of Lima beans… I can’t even.)
Me either. I actually like butter beans (in lots of butter) but green limas are gross. 🙂
What an interesting take on the prompt! Like you’re mixing up some soup. Very original.
Thanks. Don’t know why I’m thinking of soup because it’s not at all soup weather here today. Glad you liked it.
I do adore being caught off guard! Absolutely dLish!
A year ago I would have written this much differently, giving away the memoir in the first line. 🙂
Linda, You know, there are some days when I think, ‘What am I doing? I’m not a poet!’ And then I look back at where I once was and realize how much I’ve grown. It is wonderful that you reflected on how you have grown. Those are the little seeds of joy in all of this!
I love the last line.. simply put some meaning into counting beans.
How this made me smile! Sounds good to me. I was going to have a salad for dinner but now…..I may skip the salad and dig my container of bean soup out of the freezer.
Oh, man. That last line is just perfect.
Also, I’m hungry now and I blame you. 😉