What does
it mean to let
come what may?
Formless words
dense with
abstraction
dripping with
the tart juices
of something
less than love
and greater
than reason
shock a tongue
expecting
the tickle
of sweet
fruits and
nothings
tasted and
whispered
after the
world was
asleep
and only
the stars
were
watching.
Bitter fruits
growing from
the soft petals
of decadent words
(with vibrant hues
and sweet aromas
that trick the bees
into yielding
poisonous honey)
are innocent
carriers of the
impolite pain
of sacred words
lightly thrown
into the face
of a one who
craves them
like breadcrumbs
toward the
eager beak of
a starving pigeon.
Renee Novosel
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Copyright 2014
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Lovely. Very effective on the senses. The Dantesque 3 line structure moves the eye along in an interesting way.
Thank you!
I agree this is very sensual, I could almost taste the sweet and bitter. Well done!
Thank you so much!
This is so very pungent! Crunchy like a fresh picked apple. Great!
Thank you very much!
Greatly enjoyed, Renee 🙂
Thank you kindly, sir!
Poetry is indescribable. “decadent words”, “juicy” . I love your imagery. Compelling words. “innocent carriers of impolite pain”. I need to brood over those words, for pain has been one of my most loyal friends.
Thank you for following my blog and liking the post from my second one (therebelliousvoice). I need to come back to your lines.
Kind regards
Suren
Thank you so very much for reading and following! Always lovely coming across a like soul.
Hey thanks for sharing, and thanks for visiting my poem too.
R
Thank you!
I was swept away first by the picture and then by the words. Great job. Thanks for following my blog. Blessings.
Thank you also! Have a beautiful day!