Layers fall away from
folds of need
of want
which almost killed desire
almost doused the fire
Eliminate the critic
decree divorce
cripple his power
his opinion nonsense
waste no time
on offense
blundering words
leave behind
chase the bitter aftertaste
with peaches and sweet cream
art and love sugared
not
peppered
with war
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I don't have any idea where this just came from. Whole.
The mages here are powerful -- even if you're not sure where they came from. Poetry can be like that.
I meant "images." Sorry. Still waking up.
Wow - very powerful words. I'm lovin it big time!
I can taste that poem ... :-)
Don't you just love it when this happens? When words come from someplace we can't see, can't control and often don't even know the meaning behind them. I think of them as "dream poems" and think of them as a pure gift.
so much truth in these words ...
Very nice, Kathleen. I like "chase the bitter aftertaste/with peaches and sweet cream". Great advice.
I think I can taste it too...the sugar, not the pepper.
And true too, how bitter bitterness can become without the creative, generous sweetness of love replacing our natural tendencies to cling to offense and self-preservation.
fantastic imagery. Love this poem!
This is the strangest thing. I see in retrospect how this is giving
testimony to wholeness and healing that I didn't even realize was
complete. These words complete the crushing experience - full circle. :)
Thanks for traveling the unknown with me everyone. Wow.
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