image borrowed from shawna
Rooting Flavor
specter of self writhes
unable to claim what should be mine
solitude
possessed seconds of a writer’s mind
disturbed
make me a hack not a poet
an extracted almond moon waiting
for its return to sky
potential violet lines consumed
by everyday fires
overknown—overneeded
by lemon-drop people
cling-ons
from a carob planet
tongues who wouldn’t know
the real thing
even if they could taste it
Shawna McAllister
Posted both in response to her Monday Melting word list, and as a Flash 55 over at Rosemary Mint
2 comments:
I like, the last line in particular... "tongues that wouldn't know the real thing even if they could taste it."
Excellent
Vivid imagery:
"an extracted almond moon waiting
for its return to sky"
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