Poem Body
It flows like honey down my throat,
dissolves into a river of rapture
spinning, swirling, and caressing
my imagination, inviting me on a wild ride
through chiffon curtains and breezy clouds.
I close my eyes and disappear into
its royal purple,
its majestic red,
its loyal blue.
I am smitten by its affection as it whispers
bold promises to keep me safe, and calm,
...alive and happy.
I fancy myself to be a sassy yellow bowl
as it spoons its essence into my senses,
sweet and fresh,
like the first taste of tomorrow.
Comments
This reminded me...
of a child that my mother baby-sat many years ago. Whenever you fed him something he really enjoyed, he would clench and unclench his hands, screw his face up into the most beatific grins and almost crow. I used to beg my mother to let me feed him, because I so loved to see the soul of his appetite. Nicely done, and thanks for the return of a great memory. ~ Geez.
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Hello, Geezer,
Too funny! I can imagine the joy felt by the baby you described... almost crowing!
Thank you for reading and sharing such a fun memory!
L
Mmmmm
What a yummy tittle!
It gave a watering mouth reading this throughout and the ending is bit a unexpected and therefore very clever indeed.
Always great to read tasty poems.
Thank you for sharing
Hello, Rula!
It's amazing how glorious fruit tastes. Mother Nature is phenomenal!
Thank you for reading!
Lx
L
Very nice L as always!
Hello, Leslie!
I am glad you enjoyed this! It was a fun write.
Thank you!
L