At Fourteen

At fourteen, I thought less about the future
and, unaware of Buddhism, lived in the moment.
Even a day was usually unplanned, spontaneous,
open to what the universe had planned for me.

If life is like a sonnet, the turn occurred when
the future became my focus and the present
rushed by out of control, and the past
became nostalgia, a read book fondly remembered.

At fourteen, I believed, without proof, in eternity.
The days unfolded unbidden and I was content
in thinking at some point I would be able to see

That fourteen-year-old’s future is my present,
slipping away from what I wanted it to be,
and even partially my past, now already spent.

Hemispheres

​This  year was the summer that wasn’t.

Circumstances made the months pass us unnoticed

It was a Southern hemisphere season here.

A winter landscape when summer was due.

Our world’s axis tilted from the sun.

 

 

Pleasures

​Better pleasure than pain.

Better a cemetery than a hospital.

Better the campus than the classroom.

Better dreams than sleep.

Better that I write the poem than think about writing it.

Better that I recite the poem than write it.

Not telling you the truth is better

than revealing truth that makes nothing better.

Pleasures are best when found accidentally.

Better that pleasure be given than received –

though giving can mean receiving, which is even better.

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This poem uses anaphora and epistrophe. Anaphora simply means the repetition of the same word (or cluster of words) at the beginning of multiple lines of verse in the same poem. Epistrophe is its counterpart: the repeated words appear at the end of lines. It also uses symploce which is when successive lines contain both an anaphora and an epistrophe.

The Flavorist’s Lament

Whether with American flavor or British flavour,

flavor creation is done by a flavorist,

scientific chemical palette creativity, sense of smell,

and sweet, sour, bitter, salty and umami –

pungency, oleogustus? – food smells unbounded; easily altered

 

changing its smell, keeping its taste similar;

unlike smelling upon inhalation, mouth flavor exhalation;

different depending on before or after one’s mouth;

color can affect expectations ( red increases sweetness).

A flavor lexicon – objective language for food.

These two ronka poems are also “found” poems taken from wikipedia.org/wiki/Flavor and written as part of WordPress’ Intro to Poetry project on day 7.