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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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The Tale of a Whale

 



I sit here thinking to myself, "what Am I going to write about today?" A line my mother often repeated growing up that her university professor told her pops into my head - you can write about anything under the sun.

And that's true enough. You can write about any topic, any thought, a cluster of ideas, a clutch of pearls. All of this inner work to heal my inner child has gotten me in a really playful mood. And I wanted to give limericks a shot. They sound so much fun!

Tis the Tale of a Whale,

Who seemed to bewail the the shape of his tail,

For it looked to him twisted and turned,

And a straight one he yearned,

So that he wouldn't flail in the gale.


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