Friday, March 30, 2012

Rooting Flavor


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:

Yvonne Osborne said...

I like, the last line in particular... "tongues that wouldn't know the real thing even if they could taste it."

Anonymous said...

Excellent

Vivid imagery:

"an extracted almond moon waiting
for its return to sky"