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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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Purple Butterfly

 Swirly strokes of silver sparkles glitter on my light purple butterfly wings.

The nylon fabric is stretchy and soft, pulled over shapes underwire, creating the prettiest translucency. 

There’s flexible rubber bands to fit the wings over my shoulders. And then, when I put them on, I become a carefree butterfly. I flit, I fly, I freely, freely fly. Kind of like the lyrics of So Long Farewell from The Sound of Music.

All of a sudden, my wings make me glide over a wildflower meadow, far and deep in my imagination. I float, I coast, I land on the most beautiful white rose. It’s peaceful here. There’s a sweet scent tempting me away though. It’s jasmine! Fragrant jasmine! I may have found my favorite flower. The smells carry me further into a stupor and I find myself falling into a relaxing sleep.


(This piece was another experiment with writing where I wanted to see where I could take my ideas from a starting point of a random object.)




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