This is a poem I wrote in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.
I am not Your Sweetheart
My love tastes of salt
there is a bite to it, and
at times
it can sting
but oh,
this is the spice of life.
Savor me.
I am not Your Sweetheart
My love tastes of salt
there is a bite to it, and
at times
it can sting
but oh,
this is the spice of life.
Savor me.
Cool! I like the transition of personality to a salt shaker!
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have fun.
smiles.
Thanks abthomas and Jingle!
ReplyDeleteanother flavor of the feast of love :)
ReplyDeleteA poem written with much cleverness and truth!
ReplyDeletevery "sweetly" written.
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of taste as imagery. Great work! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you all, much appreciate your stopping by to read!
ReplyDeleteOh I like this! Too many treacly, sickly sweet lovely dovey sweethearts in this world. We need more savory, biting, and tart women! Hurrah!
ReplyDeleteOoo, spicy! I like the imagery evoked in this piece, so sweet and yet so much power to it. Thanks for sharing with us!
ReplyDeleteCrisp and clear ! Sweet words of love ! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Lola, that's exactly what I thought about it!
ReplyDeleteLeiffy-thanks...glad my salty language wasn't off-putting
Adreamygal - thank you :o)
This one is simple,elegant an true.Nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you Umamaheswari!
ReplyDeleteI thought your poem was really cool. I thought the last line worked really well. Great job.
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