Not guilty

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.”
—Miss Piggy


Not guilty

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

Of guilt

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

Would forgo?

To atone

I simply enjoyed every last bite

And if I weren’t’ so full

I would get another piece -perhaps

Or – make that to go




Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

29 thoughts on “Not guilty”

  1. 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…

    1. 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!

      1. 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!

      2. 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.

      3. 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.

    1. 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

      1. 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

      2. I can taste it already. I have a rhubarb story I shall have to email you. It is short and good for a laugh… 😉

    1. 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!

    1. 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

  2. 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.

    1. 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

  3. 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

      1. Nothing like a rhubarb crumble. . . I make a good one, with strawberries too! 😉 xx

      2. 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

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