Saturday, April 23, 2011

NaBloPoMo 23: Like Baklava

I am a writer of poetry. I gather my thoughts, layered with rich memories. Pain and sorrow baked into the reflections of a decade. Connections fragmented like pieces of nut, embracing those spices of each cherished moment. Life announces itself to me and shows me what is most important as it drips its sweetness like honey on each day. Like baklava, life has become my guilty pleasure, to live.


  1. When I got to work today there was a big plate of baklava sitting on my desk, courtesy of my old boss's wife. I ate one piece, then put it in the kitchen to share with everyone else :-)

  2. Wow! What a great surprise at work, Janet. Baklava is my guilty pleasure...