I raced down the stairs and went on my way,
balancing dishes, numbering trey:
A charcuterie board with neatly sliced ham,
some dainty crackers and strawberry jam -
and delectable cookies on a tray.
Should I have brought something else instead?
I didn't want to appear ill-bred.
I tripped as I thought,
but balanced to save what I bought,
and broke an arm, a leg, and my head.
Celebration begins,
Charcuterie boards and
Chilled bottles of champagne.
Chilled champagne poured, served in
Coupe, flute, tulip glasses,
Creates bubbles and fizz.
Cheers, raise glasses and sip.
Paris, paradigm of “je ne sais quoi “-
Great Gallic mystery, almost a law.
Evincing an essence, cannot say how -
Shrug of a shoulder with lift of a brow.
But stroll down a street called La Rue Cadet -
The enigma abates along the way.
Senses succumb to a Confiserie,
Snuggled in tight next the Charcuterie,
A few doors down there’s the Patisserie,
Juxtaposed close to a Fromagerie.
“Je ne sais quoi”, astute tourists still say,
This riddle’s resolved on La Rue Cadet.
January 2, 2023
4/3/22
Can't stay gloomy
Or think looney
Because the outcome will be puny
It's nothing new to be
All this tomfoolery
Won't ever be cool to me
The same can be said for obsessing over jewelry
Or boards of Charcuterie
Been doing it differently and beautifully
Not the same as when you went to school with me
You're still soft and quick to turn rotten like a blueberry
I would've gone for it, but you never wanted unity
Meanwhile continual scrutiny
And lunacy
As well as an occasional mutiny
If I'm speaking truthfully
Before it's my eulogy
I got to do it with ingenuity
Relatable
Likable yet hateable
No need to be debatable
Don't you quit
I don't got all the answers or blueprints
Still going through it
Working toward true grit
Watching out for any new tricks
Does no good to stay clueless
And always foolish
Otherwise you'll lose quick
Regardless of if you are a Buddhist
Time has shown and proved this
Its the first day back to work after Christmas. The news is of snow dumps. Outside it's drizzling mostly, with small thin wisps of snow - hardly visible on the hedges and ledges. Nowhere near enough for sledges.
Its grey, overcast, damp. Outside it is no better.
But that isn't all. Its a day of smoked salmon, charcuterie, rum and beer.
Of a Longleat trip, of curry, of laughter, of cheer.
For today is also a birthday. A time for jollity, celebration.
Today is FUNeral day.
Today is FUN-et al day... as well.
In our society its a tough juxtaposition. We don't do death well.
We mourn the loss. We don't celebrate the life, despite the words the celebrant says.
In the same way that as our children grow out of childhood we celebrate becoming an adult - but don't mourn the loss of childhood, of innocence.
Two lives.
One ending, one moving on.
Happy Birthday son of mine.
Reanne... In Peace.
(c) Ian Diddams 2020
---------------------- Charcuterie
Bring the sharp mustard
and a good knife to cut it
cold cuts all around
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
portobella mushroom soup
beluga lentils
wilted garlic leaf salad
choice charcuterie
bread chees croquets
fruit cocktail
Smooth !
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