What was that luscious dream
You’ve cherished trying to keep in ur trembling hands
And swallows with bloody taste of the first beam on sun
And now you’re choking on air
You’ve taken too much in ur lungs
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Author:
Anny (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2022 01:51
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
a wonderfully, well thought-out write
thank you for sharing and inspiring
my little scribbled reply..
(yes, its ok to burn our fingers
when grabbing for those
temptingly delicious, mirage's of life
yet
its foolhardy and far - too, costly
if we throw em in our mouths
all willy-nilly carefree
like, pieces of roasted potatoes
or molten cheese..
see, some mistakenly ambitious
bite's of life
don't cool, easily or quickly
no matter how much
we huff and puff
or loll our tongues out, in despair..
so then..
best to be careful, I think
as all that glistens, appetisingly
may not be so accommodating
once we've digested
its oh so pricy, consequences..)
Wow, quite thought-provoking. You truly describe the sensation well. Great poem.
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