Fermentation #1

Fermentation #1

A Poem by lizardbrain

Giving things time. Is not my strength.
This could be good practice. In
giving things time.
If you only want something if it can
happen Right Now, do you actually
want it?
If you really want something, you
should be willing to wait for it?
"If you aren't sure how
you feel about that thing,
Give yourself time to figure out how
you feel about that thing."
You don't always have to jump ahead.
Or force others to jump ahead.
People don't like being forced to
jump ahead.
They like to go at their own pace.
Let them.
Even if it's hard
and makes you anxious
and you write a million drafts of a
text you never send.
Don't send it, not just yet. 
It's ok to let things take time. 
Let them lie dormant, for a little
while.
Let them gain magic
And momentum.
Just because nothing's happening
on the surface
Doesn't mean nothing is happening at all.
Let it rise to the top of
its own natural buoyancy.
Let it ferment.
Fermentation always works better below
the surface of the brine.
In a dark, cool place
Hidden away from interruption,
distraction.
Fermentation can't be forced.
It can't be rushed.
Can't be fast-forwarded.
Neither can the natural development
of a relationship
But when they emerge
after apparent dormancy
When in fact, entire worlds, ecosystems,
Colonies bubbled under the surface
There is that much more depth of
flavor
That much more complexity
And at the same time, blending
Harmonizing.
Because all of the bases are covered
All of the foundations taken care of
The necessities tended to.
The brewing, stewing, cooking up of something new.
On low heat,
simmering, for hours
And when it's served up,
You're grateful for each second
you managed to wait.

© 2019 lizardbrain


Author's Note

lizardbrain
#1 because I hope to do the magic of fermentation justice in writing, one day.

This was a journal entry that emerged in the form of a poem months ago when I was attempting to hide my enthusiasm for a budding romantic relationship
At that point I didn't know, but I do now, that nothing was going to come of it.
I'm trying not to let that cheapen the sentiment of these verses.

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he he like my name implies I jump headfirst into the wall all of the time. Because of this I'm a phrenologists wet dream :0 I'm not saying I haven't matured in time... cause that would be a lie I'm still a passionate furry flurry it seems the only thing i have patience for is revenge I savor the justices like a fine wine. This is a great thought flow poem Mr Lizard if only i could take your advice....

Posted 5 Years Ago


My immediate thought after reading your lines was remembering that old saying "act in haste, repent at leisure". I can also hear my parents telling me to be patient. I am a fairly patient person myself, not one who is likely to react on the spur of a moment to a situation, one who likes to cogitate on the facts before I make decisions. I have to say, I have probably saved myself some heartache because of that, so there are no regrets on my part.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


it's a hard decision to make between acting now or being patient...either way there can be regret..."oh, why did i wait, it's too late now"
or, "thank god i didn't act impulsively, i would have made the wrong decision."

j.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on February 22, 2019
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