A fly in honey on warm buttered bread
Memory's burns with the sting of raw flesh
Tenderest words with rose thorns said
Burrs in lotion chafe then refresh
Rainbow thoughts of rotting shrouds
Dreams burst in past glory's tomb
dancing with glistening gossamer clouds
devouring dusty shadows of doom
Lost an infant's time faded smile
Love's delicate embryonic perfume
Saccharin's aftertaste of bile
in mists of the past thistles bloom
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2024 02:47
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard, Teddy.15
Comments4
I once new someone who ate all the peanuts on the table but her gran had sucked the chocolate off first. LoL ah your imagery, I'm not a fan of flies nor in my honey sweet and sour all rolled into one. 🤣 Gorgeous poetry. 🌹
Thanks Teddy as always I appreciate your read and kind comments. Have a great day.
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi I thought for sure you would say that this title applied to KP.
Boohoo, yes it does, now you say it! lol.
Painful memories always seem to overshadow the happy ones, how perverse. And yet the reason is there in our brain, how can you fight that. The imagery of this poem is painful yet compelling, even the font you've chosen seems to bring an added dimension. Extreordinary write!
Thank you so much Bella your encouraging words are most appreciated friend.
Ah,"glistening gossamer clouds
devouring dusty shadows of doom" This might be the most optimistic thing ever. Thanks, I needed that.
Thanks so much Dan your words dispel any clouds and are most appreciated.
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