POEM - How to Carry a Mountain

Maybe the softer approach
Will be the thing this time
That moves the mountain
The rocky pile of stones
You seem intent on carrying
And I want to lend a hand
I have strength to lift your loads
But a show of strength
Throws off your balance
Makes you lose your grip
Threaten to have the load come down
In a thunderous avalanche
So I will be the whisper
Of the cooling breeze
Caressing your anguished face
A slight refreshing chill
One good thing
Enough
Just enough
To take another step forward

POEM - Make Mine Melon

You exercised due diligence
After the disappointment
Because it looked pretty
The nicely dual tone green
Across the unblemished skin
But inside a red herring
Meaning misleading
Meaning the lovely blushing flesh
Was slimy like a fish
And smelly like a fish
And more like a fish
Than a watermelon
And the disappointment was palpable
Both of us
Wanting the cool juicy red delight
And getting compost fodder
So you researched
And there were lessons
Myriad cliche
Like pretty skin is just that
It says nothing of the inside
And wounds are a mark
Of well rounded experience
And daring for succulence
Catches more flies
Than timid careful waiting
So we looked for the spot
Large and yellow
Where it rested in the soil
Got all the nutrients
And the rough scarring
Where the bees or wasps land
And pierce the skin
Sniffing out the best melon
Marking it for later
And then a tap with the thumb
To hear the deep bass thrum
A complete picture
Of an interesting experience
A little rough around the edges
Some wounds and scars
But a deep soul
And a sweet demeanor
A revelation
Chilled and delicious
As it emerged from the ice box
A mighty good melon
With a story to tell