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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27 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

    Much💖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

    Much💖love

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

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

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  7. "the taste Of moonlight" delightful Gillena

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  8. Thanks for your appreciation Debi

    Much💖love

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  9. A great feast for the senses, Gillena!

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

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

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  13. 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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  14. You certainly know how to "mix" ......

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  15. My goodness this is incredibly potent! Especially love; "There is always something wrong, when the moon plays coy."💝

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  16. 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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  17. Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

    Much��love

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  18. 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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  19. Thanks for your appreciation Ken

    Much💖love

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