19 February 2013

Digging in

I have grown fat
on a diet rich
with disappointments
learned to crave bitter

the salt of too many tears
cracked lips, tongue
till sweet almost slipped away
lost to memory

so I'm letting go
of those one notes
seeing the need for parfaits
layers of flavour

stripes of hope
cool to a fevered brow
spices to entice, delight
awaken a heart turned ice jagged

give me a long thin silver spoon
I'm digging in deep 

Talking about letting go at Peter's where the word is disappointments

and joining the poetry jam about stripes

 

10 comments:

Peggy said...

Wonderful images in this with the parfait metaphor. Thank you for being part of Poetry Jam! Excellent.

Brian Miller said...

letting go is def not easy to do...and though the other bitter we can get used to its taste and forget what real food tastes like....cool restoration in your words...

Mary said...

Enjoyed your poem and your image here. I think many of us could use those 'stripes of hope.'

Laurie Kolp said...

Awesome poem... I especially like:

the salt of too many tears
cracked lips, tongue
till sweet almost slipped away
lost to memory

Susan Lindquist said...

Love the metaphor you've used life and experiences as diet ... so rich and you've given us beautiful images too ... wow! So good!

Dianne said...

Can we share that long silver spoon?

Oh, how I love this.............

Helen said...

Your poem is incredibly lovely .. the image on your header - amazing!!!

Dave King said...

Clever response to the prompt.

Margaret said...

Even the name "parfait" is light and fun to say. Yes, dig in deep!

A Joyful Noise said...

So sweet to let go of those hurts and disappointments of the past. How our lips eagerly take the cool water he gives to us of his grace.

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