I can't count how many times
I've been to D-Tox.
she was always
there by my side.
I turned her on to
the cheesecake and
yogurt berry parfait.
It was a plain yogurt with
fresh blackberries, raspberries,
strawberries and blueberries.
It was amazing- it still is.
We'd stir up the parfait and
pour it on the cheesecake.
It was divine.
I sit here and eat
it alone tonight.
The berries explode when I
put them in my mouth and
chew on them, it's like a
food that the Greek gods
would eat- an ambrosia for
the brokenhearted.
I think of you as the little
blueberries roll around on
my tongue.
It's all so creamy and succulent.
But, I sit here forlorn and eat our
yogurt berry poetry and cheesecake.
And each berry stores a memory in
every luscious bite.
I feel downhearted that you
aren't here with that juicy
purple fluid running down your chin.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2024 21:25
- Comment from author about the poem: I have fun fishing videos on my you tube channel lol
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Comments7
Fresh caught fish?! Yummy. Delectable and sweet with such tantalizing imagery and palpable poignancy haunting this charming rendition whose subtle heartbreak seeps through like silent tears. Thank you so very much for sharing.
Thank you.
Good words Thomas.
Andy
You can't beat it can you .. and I aint even gonna try .. delicious ..
Funny how we link one thought to another. These associations then evoke emotions. Nice Thomas
Good write T.
A fine write, my friend. Nicely done. And looks like you had a whale of a time fishing. 🙂
Thanks.
Brilliantly composed
a dynamite write indeed! 🏆
Wonderfully
tasty imagery,
And a real treat to read!! 👍
Best regards my friend!
Peace ✌️. Thad
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