Maturing in the still and humid air
On a steep Brazilian hillside
I deepen red as if blushing
Ready to be plucked and tested
Still sour before the procession
Dried on a dusty rack
Soon signed, sealed and delivered
My final journey nears conclusion
I’m roasted, stirred and blended
Slightly sweet and bitter
Cascading jets of steamy water
Extract my last juices
Remember me this fine morning
As you go about your day
It was my pleasure to serve you
To give you my get up and go
Written for an AllPoetry assignment about personification and returning to a favourite topic of mine!
Today I’m feeling:
Tired but rested after a ten-hour sleep and a weird dream about being in a South American country and almost being shot by a child, and then a pre-pubescent girl who was showing me around with a bunch of other kids got disappeared to be a prostitute. Not sure where all those ideas came from.
I have aches in various places from this week’s exercise. Good aches.
Today I’m grateful for:
A very chill day today, restoring lost energy.
The best thing about today was:
Finishing the chapter Up, Simba by David Foster Wallace. Next is the titular Consider The Lobster.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
Utopia is closed until Wednesday as Art takes his staff for a mini holiday in Chiang Mai. This meant that I had to get coffee at Black Smooth instead this morning.
Something I learned today?
Through an online conversation with Baipad, we both learned that ‘blyat’ in Russian is a bad word.









