Sunday, April 26, 2015

Poetry Challenge, V. 6.0, Days 24, 25, 26

ok, so it's been a busy weekend for the Fat Kid: time spent in the workshop, brewing some homemade beer, and meeting new people at an event!  Of, course, that means you get a three-fer today.  BUT WAIT - there's more:  over the next couple of days, you'll get a couple of guest appearances!!  Yup, a couple people have taken me up on the challenge, and have written their own contributions.  So, I will share them (with permission, of course).

First up, my mother, a retired English teacher and all-around pretty awesome lady, whom I've been blessed to really watch her blossom in new ways over the last few years.  Mom, I love you, and thanks for taking up this challenge!!

OPPOSITES

Like a robot:
        programmed to follow directions, accomplish tasks,
        save time, unemotional, soulless, friendless, alone.
        Quiet.
Like a human:
        spontaneous, needy, growing, playing , laughing,
        hurting, stifled, pent-up, frustrated, tired overwhelmed,
        indecisive, 
Choices?....eenie, meenie...pick one...just opt...
        one day at a time...
        Think I'll take a nap!


Meetings

Formality.
Proper handshake, look them in the eye.
So unsure,
not knowing what's lurking just underneath the surface,
searching for the story -
what brought them to this place?
where have they been?
what are they thinking of me?
And knowing they are thinking and feeling exactly the same thing
only makes it harder.



Touch

innocent gestures mean so much,
a hand holding mine for a moment,
the simple way a lover twirls fingers in your hair,
or leans into you in
just.
that.
way.
the way they move by you in cramped quarters,
and move with you when you dance,
a simple but overlooked language,
seen every moment,
understood by instinct,
known to all,
and unrecognized.


Beer

Grains and water,
make the mash,
heat, cool, repeat.
create the wort,
sanitize everything,
boil, hops, hops, hops, hops,
ferment.

Wait an hour between each step.
Wait a week.
Wait a week again.
makes one gallon.

Doesn't seem worth it...yet.

Thanks for reading,

The Fat Kid

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