She wants to run (maybe in an atrium
or a gymnasium).
Her smile is radiant!
Looking like cookies and cream,
Lena is salient…
***
National Love Your Pet Day (20th of February)
reminds me of these thoughts (that I’m now sharing).
The name of my poem and my photo:
Loved is Lena.
Her thrilled mood feels similar
to that word eureka!
And while this poem
may be two days late,
I’d rather post it now
than have to wait.
© 2009-2026 Z.F. Thrimej
(since my mood feels unrelenting).
My poem can be found in my previous post;
here’s the link to it (or what I also wrote):
Chopsticks that are perceived as uncooked noodles
Chopsticks Perceived had room for improvement;
so I wrote the following (its other conclusion):
A day that may feel slow
is still a chance to grow
and consider more
than what we think we know.
Chinese New Year (in or near February)
and China being where chopsticks began
remind me of these thoughts
(that I hope you understand).
Simple things (like chopsticks)
don’t have to be mundane.
Utensils have potential
to fuel the brain,
the capacity to grasp,
powers of observation,
and (last but not least)
a hungry imagination…
© 2009-2026 Z.F. Thrimej
led to the idea that uncooked noodles could have been the very first chopsticks.
Hunger took the form of how or what caused this?
Adding on to this gripping subject of discussion,
one of my friends wondered (just before a luncheon)
what if a bunch of noodles are really cooked chopsticks?
Here’s my response (after she posits):
If folks unknowingly eat them,
they’ve been tricked by these ‘sticks.
A slow day (going okay) allowed
these topics…
***
National Chopsticks Day (6th of February)
remind me of these thoughts (that I’m now sharing).
Chopsticks Perceived
is my poem’s name.
Utensils have potential
to fuel the brain.
And a shout-out to my friend (Melissa M.)
who’s in this poem (that I penned).
Also while this post
may be one day late,
I’d rather post it now
than have to wait.
***
Update on February 16, 2026: A bonus ending is what I thought of for this poem.
After this line is where it is shown:
A day that may feel slow
is still a chance to grow
and consider more
than what we think we know.
Chinese New Year (in or near February)
and China being where chopsticks began
remind me of these thoughts
(that I hope you understand).
Simple things (like chopsticks)
don’t have to be mundane.
Utensils have potential to fuel the brain,
the capacity to grasp, powers of observation,
and (last but not least)
a hungry imagination…
© 2009-2026 Z.F. Thrimej
who’s buying one
for his first-ever girlfriend
(who sometimes calls him hon).
The way that the guy said bouquet
sounds like boo kwet.
A listener might think
how he said it is incorrect
and that it’s supposed to sound
like boo kay (because it’s French).
From his point of view,
how he said it makes sense
since (a similarly spelled word) banquet
sounds like bang kwet.
Understandable is what he tried to say
and what he meant.
Flowers given to loved ones on Valentine’s Day (in February)
remind me of these thoughts (that I’m now sharing).
While a word might have a silent letter
and be mispronounced,
the thoughtful effort to make one feel better
ultimately counts…
***
Bouquet is my poem’s
name or title.
A bouquet can be a gift
and for one who’s delightful.
© 2009-2026 Z.F. Thrimej
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