….the poem, written on July 6 2021…
In the Good Ole Summertime . . .
corn-on-the-cobify me . . .
tomatocize me.
Plop raspberries on my fingertips
only to pop them one by one
into my eager mouth.
It’s garden fresh
summerliciousness time!
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…and the palinode, written today…..
In the Crappy Fickle Spring . . .
frozen dinner me or . . .
chilly me with stewed tomatoes
and black beans poured from tin cans.
I love eating yet another chili supper,
spoon by spoon,
dripping on my well worn flannel shirt.
I’d much rather nosh on
bruised banana slices than fresh raspberries,
tastebuds screaming their disappointment.
Longing for summerlicious times?
Not me.
I absolutely adore this crappy fickle spring.
Written for dVerse today, where today, in the spirit of April 4th being National Tell a Lie Day, we’re to write a Palinode: a poem that contradicts or retracts something the poet has previously written. Today, in Boston, we’ve had snow, hail, and/or cold sleety rain all day. I imagine the daffodils are frozen in shock. And I for one, am tired of this year’s fickle spring!
lillian the home poet 
I feel your pain. I covered up my flowers because they’re starting to get frostbite.
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Lillian, I imagined the Marx Brothers reading these and it made me smile. Don’t ask me why they popped into my head. I think it was the banana.
It was snowing on and off here today. But! On the plus side, I saw Mr. Bluebird out on the fencepost today. I think he was trying to get my attention. I walked out to do rounds of the bluebird houses and I’d forgotten to shut the side of the one he probably wants to claim this season.
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I love the way you turned your fun, summery fruit and veg poem into a crappy fickle spring, Lill! I’m currently looking out of the window at pouring rain with some weak sunshine trying to break through. Bring on those hazy, lazy, crazy days of summer!
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Loved this Lillian – fun in both but you nailed the veracity of your Palinode with “this crappy fickle spring.”
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We almost had spring here, but now we are back to something more like winter… I think I need some warm nosh… nothing summerfresh for me
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Tomatosize me after cobifying me! Haha. Just great 🙂
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Yum. You’ve convinced me. Out go the raspberries. (I live in a place where raspberries are the main crop. They grow year round and I have eaten so many that I’ve developed an allergy.) Really! I break out in hives in my mouth and throat. So far no allergies to bananas, even though I harvest a minimum of 40 pounds a year…without skins.
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A delight to read, Lillian!
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Lillian, your super fun write made me smile! Love your “crappy fickle spring”!
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Plop raspberries on my fingertips .. haha I love this! 🥰🥰
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