Rhubarb, Apple, Humble

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/30/prompt-humble-pie/

 

Not my favourite type of pie. I much prefer rhubarb

With a touch of ginger. Tart but warming.

Or apple, sprinkled with cinnamon. Sweet but spicy.

 

Humble pie is bitter, sour tasting.

No matter what flavour it is topped with.

 

I swallow it with dread. And it goes over in lumps,

Choking on the way down.

But, once consumed,

It tastes sweeter, more full of flavour

Than any other.

For it means I had to say,

‘I’m sorry. I was wrong.’

As tough as that is to do, as hard as the crust may be-

It cuts at the throat –

To move on, it is necessary.

 

No matter what pie you love,

Swallowing pride,

Revealing inside,

Alters taste

And relationships.

Places In My Mind

 

Daily Prompt: Blogger in a Strange Land

by michelle w. on October 12, 2013

What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us STRANGE.

 

 

Not on a downer! And I know it’s now 13th!

Just thinking that all sorts of strange ‘places in our minds’ create the need to write.

 

Black hole

Engulfs

And swallows

Whole.

Belief

Belittled.

Buckled,

Aimless goal.

Devoured,

Dark

Abyss,

Devoid of light.

Diminished,

Dented days.

But still

I write.

 

Sparkling stars,

Unending joy

And flight.

Even then,

I feel

The need

To write.