Tuesday, January 19, 2021

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 TASTE OF BUTTERNUT SQUASH

I remember the taste of butternut squash,

Your roasted words scorching brain cells

Its really hard to add one to two, resulting

In minus one, three just doesn't add up.


There is always something wrong, when

The moon plays coy, hiding behind clouds

The night sky chooses to define as highlights,

Shouldn't there be a beacon drawing threads


Desire once weaved? silently, arduously, continuously

There is no cheese what ever its colour, in the taste

Of moonlight, watching, as ships drift apart,

In a sea, salty  as if filled from mere teardrops.

© gillena cox 2021


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28 comments:

  1. Thank you for your unique take on the prompt. I particularly like the last three lines--and the mix of the senses, taste and light.

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  2. Thank you for your appreciation Merril

    Muchđź’–love

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  3. I love the way you turned the connection into sensory details...

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  4. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

    Muchđź’–love

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  5. The last lines are especially compelling in this very interesting poem!

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  6. Thanks for your appreciation Bev

    Muchđź’–love

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  7. Fine work, GC, especially the teardrop sea. Well done.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Ron

      Muchđź’–love

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  8. "the taste Of moonlight" delightful Gillena

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  9. Thanks for your appreciation Debi

    Muchđź’–love

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  10. A great feast for the senses, Gillena!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Ingrid

      Muchđź’–love

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  11. Loved this sensory treat! Thanks for sharing, Gillena!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Dixit

      Muchđź’–love

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  12. I love the taste of butternut squash, Gillena, and enjoyed the progression through the senses from roasted words to the taste of moonlight and salty teardrops.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

      Muchđź’–love

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  13. Our senses contain many emotions, and remind us of our attachments even when broken.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kerfe

      Muchđź’–love

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  14. Of moonlight, watching, as ships drift apart,
    In a sea, salty as if filled from mere teardrops

    I love the way you relate events that don't seem to work right but still make things move.

    Hank

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Hank

      Muchđź’–love

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  15. You certainly know how to "mix" ......

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Helen

      Muchđź’–love

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  16. My goodness this is incredibly potent! Especially love; "There is always something wrong, when the moon plays coy."đź’ť

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

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  17. I love all your images and metaphors in your poem. No cheese in the moon no matter what color! I love it.

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  18. Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

    Much��love

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  19. There's a bittersweet sense to this, like trying to find something positive in a experience/memory that cannot be changed for the better.

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  20. Thanks for your appreciation Ken

    Muchđź’–love

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