My canines sharp,

looking to bite,

and as they sink

into the flesh,

they dig in,

grip a tear

off of the core,

and sticky juice

squirts my glasses,

then proceeds

to seap down

my chin and drip

between my bosoms…

My nectarine reminds me of Emerson’s essay “Experience” for some strange reason. But, it was “The Scholar” this time that got me giddy inspired.

I can’t tell you why my brain works the way it does, but while looking for a quote for an essay, I had to go back to the Transcendental basics, reconnect with the philosophy that in college shaped my mind to find my own truth, like fire reshaping gold. I needed to read some Ralph Waldo Emerson (named my kid after him;)…

I forgot how much I enjoy connecting with a piece of literature!!! I encourage perusing the essay…

Wadsworth and the Romantic poets overseas taught me more than I could have fathomed, but Emerson and Thoreau were guides in development of the real me. My beliefs, thoughts, feelings were the trunk supporting me secretly my whole life, my leaves creative dreams.