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