Thursday, January 22, 2009

Whole Foods Poetry

Another journey to Whole Foods. I thought about everyone shopping there and wondered what they were shopping for. Maybe just to stock up at home. Maybe an important dinner party or even a date. Food holds so much soul. I run into my best friend here a lot, as she and her boyfriend are always experimenting with new recipes and dabbing into different food cultures. Grocery stores (especially Whole Foods since its so extensive) always make me face a border. Going between being a busy career girl or a Susie Home Maker. Things I never think about when I'm at home. I get there and see all the different...ingredients...and my mind races and throbs with thoughts of turning my life around and being this Super Cook who always has something on the stove or in the oven. Soups and cobblers and roasts every Sunday. And how great that would be to be THAT together. But, the truth is, I buy the ingredients and they often rot in my fridge along with the dreams of me becoming that organized and I eat Ramen Noodles for lunch.

I hope I can remember the poem I wrote. I actually thought it was quite good for how fast I wrote it. I wrote it on the back of my grocery list. Crap! I can't remember it! Now I know to take a picture of my poems with my phone after I write them. Well, if someone found it and comes here, please let me know what it said!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


Today, I went out in the freezing Cleveland cold just for a juicy cheeseburger (I find I'll do a lot for a cheeseburger) and was totally taken by just how alive and colorful Coventry is, even buried in snow. Even without people walking its sidewalks. It just really proves what I thought this summer; Coventry has an energy to it. I'm new to this place but am so excited not to be a tourist. Venturing to other hot spots along this city and coming back to Coventry that night, I take a deep breath and feel totally comfortable in my new home. Its just my scene. I never felt like I belonged to any place before. I don't think this is my last poem about this street. I hope someone found it.

I took a picture but, there is only so much justice you can do when its 20 degrees outside and you can't feel your fingers.

This winter
covering the street like some sort of hippy wedding gown
Mixing with ice
and lights
and people
and art
But never freezing Coventry's colors

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We are poets and artists who believe that there is poetry everywhere you go and anything can be inspiration. We leave our poems in places around our world, hoping someone finds them and is inspired too.
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"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words"~. Robert Frost