picking up plums
Curses form inwardly
as I stare at the plums
strewn across the floor.
Do I attempt
the five-second rule?
Or do I throw them out?
I review my irrational options
ignoring the real reason
With a widened stance
l crouch down, slowly, carefully
reaching over my growing belly.
In a few weeks my dilemma
will be whether I leave the fruit
or set down the baby.
For this week’s prompt, write a tough spot poem. The poem can be about your own situation (past, present, or future), someone else’s, or whatever you can conjure up. Think late bills, shootouts, and tough choices. – Robert Lee Brewer
4 thoughts on “picking up plums – a poem”
Oh, this is a special one, Heather. Great job with the prompt.
Thanks Michelle! I had fun with it.
Loved this. Went to so many unexpected places. The five second rule- LOL. and congratulations and blessings, Heather.