I like peas/in a pod, garden direct, shelled/popping and pinging
into a small bowl,/cupped in a hand/eaten raw—their sweetness
a reminder of sunshine/and rain—their nutrients/bursting onto my tongue
mixing with saliva, that spit/full of tiny bubbles/ready to crowd
their green/nectar around my mouth/then, just before swallowing
it spread gifts, miraculously—
I like peas/frozen and joined/to any soup or meal.
Green pebbles/ready to thaw/the moment heat/ embraces their skin.
I savour their journey/to my plate or bowl, /and express thankfulness.
In my delight to absorb/such wonder, such simplicity/and digest such splendor;
I remember the health/and wellness it gifts me/one fruit pod at a time,/
one pea,/one molecule.
I love peas. Thank you,/each and every one/for your magnificence.
Such sustenance for the soul.
Writing Practice: Embrace an opportunity to write about a great love or passion that feeds your soul. It can be anything that “pops” into your mind. Animal, Vegetable or Mineral; Person, Place or Thing. In-joy the experience and be surprised! I was…
