fruits and nothings.

Kiyo Murakami
Kiyo Murakami

 

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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14 thoughts on “fruits and nothings.

  1. 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

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