Originally posted March 2012
“No diet will remove all the fat from your body because the brain is entirely fat. Without a brain, you might look good, but all you could do is run for public office.”
—George Bernard Shaw
“Never eat more than you can lift.”
Today I ordered rhubarb pie
With my iced coffee
As its tartness exploded
Into my mouth sending lazy taste buds
Waves of pleasure
I noted that this pie
Was not accompanied
By the usual helping
Guilt for indulging
In this orgy of calories
Guilt that I will not be very hungry
When my son takes me out for dinner
In four hours – guilt
That the needle -on the bathroom scale
May have to climb a little higher
As my fingers traced
A path of flakey golden crumbs
And sticky red juice
I realized that this time
There was no attempt
To justify the decision
To indulge, to rationalize
Because it’s my birthday I’m entitled
No bargaining of what I
I simply enjoyed every last bite
And if I weren’t’ so full
I would get another piece -perhaps
Or – make that to go
29 thoughts on “Not guilty”
Beautiful, Lea. I am just wondering, have you taken any poetry writing courses? You seem to have, as you write very well. I myself am a poet who has never been trained. I think it would do me a world of good to take a class. I’m curious if other poets are trained or not…
Terah, thank you for your kind words. I have never had a poetry writing course and now that is not likely. However, I do like to do what I can to improve. I do enjoy a good writing group when I can find or start one and it does not need to be large. However, in my village, that is not likely. The people that do speak English here, are not interested in literary pursuits. No doubt there are a great number of good-great poets without classical training. Yes there is much to be learned but to me, the essence of poetry comes from inside the poet. Thanks again!
Isn’t that what’s wonderful about poetry? No rules. I mean, I know there are rules but I have yet to seek them out–knowing that once I do I might feel limited. Well, keep doing what you’re doing Lea!
YES! I do understand where you are coming from. A friend back in California who is a remarkable poet (was offered a teaching fellowship at Trinity College in Dublin) told me not to take courses as it would change something that shouldn’t be. He often got after me during a dry spell when I told him I couldn’t write. After all, rules were made to be broken! 🙂 I shall look forward to checking into your blog and seeing what you are up to.
Well, it doesn’t get any easier than that! I appreciate your formatting (double-spaced) and the length of your poems (not so long that the reader is intimidated). It seems you have set certain guidelines for yourself. That doesn’t hurt I’m sure. I shall take notes.
I love this!!
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A trip down memory lane indeed! Wow, we have known each other for just over three years! I still love this poem 😊 xxx
If nothing else ever came from blogging, finding you would have been more than enough. You continue to inspire me.
I’m glad you liked that poem. I felt a bit mischievous writing it… 😉 xxx
I wanted some of that pie while I was reading it! I love rhubarb! 😄. And finding you was a gem for me too! I ️xxx
I adore rhubarb but finding it here is near impossible. Beware if there is any in your garden… 😉 Time flies with a good friend! xxx
No rhubarb in the garden but I know people who have it! 😄 xx
I can taste it already. I have a rhubarb story I shall have to email you. It is short and good for a laugh… 😉
happy birthday lea!!!
and def. enjoy that rhubarb cake – i LOVE rhubarb cake…oh my…
Actually not till the end of the month but thank you! I LOVE the pie, if it isn’t sweet, the more tart, the better. Unfortunately, we don’t see much rhubarb here. C’est la vie!
Happy Birthday Léa, and many more – never feel guilty about eating rhubarb, it’s sooooo good for you 😀 x
Thank you Polly. Actually it is a bit early for the HB but not by much. Rhubarb is my absolute favourite, that is unless someone puts in too much sugar. I love it extremely tart! 🙂 x
Hi, Lea. This poem is refreshing and glad you enjoyed the rhubarb pie. 🙂 After all, it was your birthday! Well, may I send you birthday greetings even if it was a belated one. Best wishes, Iris.
Hi Iris, thank you. I had fun writing it and the pie was awfully good! 🙂 While I did write it on my birthday, I posted it early. Thank you for taking the time to comment, Léa
You are welcome, Lea 🙂
I love this Lea! No need to feel guilty whatsoever on your birthday, sounds like the pie went down a treat 😉 belated birthday wishes! xx
Thank you Becka. Actually that was an old poem and I do wish I could get rhubarb here… 🙂 xx
Nothing like a rhubarb crumble. . . I make a good one, with strawberries too! 😉 xx
I prefer a pie or a crisp but leave out the strawberries as they make it sweeter than I like. I like things really tart. My aunt caught me eating raw rhubarb in the garden as a child up in Canada… 😉 xx
Noted! Raw rhubarb is taking it to another level! 😉 xx
C’est moi! I do love extremes and tart is one of them. 🙂 xx