‘Splashes of Mousse, Fruit Salad and Birthday Cake’ and other poems
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg
Splashes of Mousse, Fruit Salad and Birthday Cake
Splashes of mousse, fruit salad, and birthday cake become montages developed via
Nibbles of living, else adorned celebration tables. Such traces of happiness convert
To ant food & mold while little glitter, few streamers continue to bring to mind any
Delight or exhilaration. Usually, enchantments evaporate after spent entertainment.
See, the relationships amongst people, societies, the universe, language are all together
Profane and sacred. Their liminal qualities, like the Armstrong line, divides our sundry
Sustaining moments from our exsanguinated ones. Taken together, these trices produce
Gantry stairs for additional knowledge. Often, we “throw it back” since we’re terrified.
Human yawls derive, after all, from lost chances to grasp ergodic goings-on. We grieve
Opportunities drained like broken fulgurites reduced to sand and air without lightening.
No tule or other bulrush ever equated those hollow tubes fashioned from batshit faculty.
Alike, we can’t compare our ordinary days or nights to flashy instances; they’re scarce.
Growth from Challenges
Whether bent like a boustrophedon or as straightforward as rain,
Life’s tribulations bring about rises plus falls. This “water cycle”
Persists no matter the nature of gusts, warmth, else involvement.
This progression countenances no resistance. Meaning, whether
Brawny or gaunt, existence’s dynamics can’t alter the fact that
Pulsating change occurs as naturally as sunlight or moonglow.
Truly, fertility challenges, auto accidents, dear ones’ demise, do
Cause our re-evaluation of apologies for earlier behaviors, might
Release responses that fext our brains with unremitting nonsense.
In that manner, others’ negging remains irrelevant to any sense
Of manky states. It’s our own skeeved out positions that dictate
The pressure we put into operation to patently modify ourselves.
Astonishing Formosities
Bird call, coleus leaves, the smell of yeasty rolls, innocents’ sloppy kisses, plus well-cooked
Garlic are conventional formosities. Pleasing things present themselves via various formulae.
Weigh the bid of children breaking rules for attention, the scurry of grandparents emptying
Accounts to purchase flakes of familial unity, & the tears of parents pulled on both bearings.
At times, the existence of challenge, like the particulate matter that arises from anthropogenic
Sources, is good; it fertilizes soil, blocks radiation, correspondingly helps marine ecosystems.
We ought to envision “pollutants” as, maybe, facilitating pollination or as generating clouds.
“Mixed blessings,” like Brussel sprouts, and controlled burns, are necessary for our fruition.



