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. Merril D. SmithJanuary 19, 2021 at 4:49 PM

    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. Gillena CoxJanuary 19, 2021 at 4:50 PM

    Thank you for your appreciation Merril

    Much💖love

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  3. brudbergJanuary 19, 2021 at 5:02 PM

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

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  4. Gillena CoxJanuary 19, 2021 at 5:08 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Björn

    Much💖love

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  5. indybevJanuary 19, 2021 at 5:25 PM

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

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  6. Ron.January 19, 2021 at 7:35 PM

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

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  7. Debi SwimJanuary 19, 2021 at 10:48 PM

    "the taste Of moonlight" delightful Gillena

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  8. Gillena CoxJanuary 20, 2021 at 2:15 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Debi

    Much💖love

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  9. IngridJanuary 20, 2021 at 4:19 AM

    A great feast for the senses, Gillena!

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  10. Mrityunjay DixitJanuary 20, 2021 at 4:43 AM

    Loved this sensory treat! Thanks for sharing, Gillena!

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  11. Kim M. RussellJanuary 20, 2021 at 6:43 AM

    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. KerfeJanuary 20, 2021 at 11:46 AM

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

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  13. kaykualaJanuary 20, 2021 at 2:39 PM

    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. HelenJanuary 20, 2021 at 5:14 PM

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

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  15. Sanaa RizviJanuary 20, 2021 at 6:53 PM

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

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  16. Dwight L. RothJanuary 21, 2021 at 12:46 AM

    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. Gillena CoxJanuary 22, 2021 at 12:05 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

    Much��love

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  18. Ken / rivrvlogrJanuary 25, 2021 at 1:53 PM

    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. Gillena CoxJanuary 25, 2021 at 2:51 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Ken

    Much💖love

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