"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Poetry Jam March 5, 2014

Good Grief ! Pantry inventory  March 3, 2014


Some folks bottle up their grief
Keep their tears away from the light
The lighthouse of friends that will ease
Them out of that dark relentless night   


Noam and Russell
March 3, 2014

And then there is the joy
Cooking together
Breaking bread
And eating pie........

Meyer Lemon Meringue Pie
March 3, 2014
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Thanks to Peggy
For this weeks theme of bottles
Have fun and participate!
Don't forget to have a happy day!
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24 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Nice looking pie! I know where to go if I'm hungry and thirsty.

Mary said...

It is always good to have a lighthouse of friends! And that pie really DOES look delicious!

Gabriella said...

I guess we need a way to make sure grief is not inky bottled up.
This lemon pie looks wonderful!

Mary said...

P.S. Sorry also about the death of your father.

Gabriella said...

Sorry, I meant 'only' bottled up.

kaykuala said...

To be among friends and to be cooking together. That is a privilege of sharing knowledge and having fun. Nicely Kathe!

Hank

Brian Miller said...

i def am not one to keep my feelings bottled...i probably let them flow a bit free...ha...i am much more the community style...sitting around sharing...

Wendy Bourke said...

The words and pictures are so hospitable - and really, a good way to proceed in life.

Celia said...

I will certainly remember "lighthouse of friends." A powerful phrase.

Helen said...

Dear Kathe,
I didn't know about your father's death ... I am so sorry.

You are spot on regarding those bottles of grief we cart around.
Take care,
Helen

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Stephen Hayes said...

I really like the metaphor of a lighthouse for friends. Nicely written.

Madeline Jane said...

I love the first poem! And I love pie, so. . . ;)

alan1704 said...

Bottling up grief is not the best, smash that bottle and let it go. Thank God for friends and the support they bring.

Sumana Roy said...

how fortunate to have a lighthouse of friends...

rallentanda said...

A very warm entree into your family home. That pie is to die for...lucky guys:)

Sandee said...

You are a very talented writer. Very talented.

That pie looks amazing too.

Have a fabulous day my friend. :)

Peggy said...

Thank goodness for those friends in times of loss and grief. Sorry about your father. Thanks for writing and posting.

messymimi said...

Things that stay bottled up too long have a way of going sour.

Good thoughts, and a nice pie!

Dana said...

Now I'm craving pie! :)

Carrie Van Horn said...

Some things were not meant to be bottled up that is for sure. Hope all is well with you these days Kathe. :-)

whirlingninja said...

My favourite pie - and what a coincidence that you wrote this in the week that I was feeling so glum!

artbyrae said...

Nice...I did laugh at the bottle invintory I have an overflow most of the time

Nicholas V said...

Nothing like friends to help us open up our bottled grief and turn it into precious wine.