okay, I know, weird name for a blog. For those of you who don't know (or maybe even don't care), a bailiwick is something you're good at or comfortable with. So how can a fruit jar be my bailiwick? Well, I'm about as comfortable starting a blog as I am talking about fruit jars...I'm not. So to start this little ditty off, here's a poem I wrote...about fruit jars.
If Life Were Full of Moonbeams by: P. C. Buck
…if life were full of moonbeams I'd be sittin on a star,
keepin all my crazy in an old fruit jar...
...waitin for the day when my black veil falls,
I'll be struttin down that alleyway and holdin up the walls...
…painted monkeys press to get decisions outta me…
never get to really choose the doll I wanna be…
…so here I sit a-wondering how lemons get their peel,
determined that a moment for myself I’m gonna steal…
…forgetting how to breathe, how to swim, how to roam,
I dig much deeper, swim much farther out here on my own…
…you’d think that I’d be happy sittin’ on a single bulb,
but if I could share these moonbeams, I’d be crazy full in love.
So, what are your thoughts?
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