Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Sweet Tooth


This morning, he hiked across the wooded bridge,
along the blackberry path,
just the same.
The night had been enough.
It gave a generous moon,
moments of lust and love.
His heart was not the same.
This morning, the world washed away,
penalized by urge.
His age empty,
his moral lost.
He wandered to the edge,
the cliff hung over,
pointing out in blame
to the world who bellows below.
A row of silence slurred,
his memory went first.
His heart was split and speared,
he wanted to give it away.
He slipped out of wardrobe,
his bare toes slide into earth.
The sun walked over the moon,
his hunger, the craving, his excessive desire
rolled neatly into dust.
The part of him
that swims inside of himself
fell asleep in Hell.
This morning, above a world
where cheap perfume is sold,
he gave his insatiable eye away
and laid himself to rest.


For a place that is new to meThree Word Wednesday.

18 comments:

  1. That full stop..in Hell. So very powerful..hiking the blackberry path as if a child..ending with intention...grown out of much living..and wisdom..Jae

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    1. I think he drove himself there, and just as anyone may be able to wake up from it, he decided not to. He was no good. I'm glad that he is gone.

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    2. If he was no good..then I am glad he is gone too.. j

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    3. :)I hope you have a sweet day.

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    1. Thanks for visiting, Sheilagh! I ran over to your blog and loved your story. Happy May blessings. :)

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  3. Selfishly he tried to devour the world and it gobbled him up instead. The more you take the more you lose. Great writing!

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    1. Yes! He neglected to realize that it works as a reflex.

      Thank you!

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  4. Killed by his own greed. Yikes. A lesson for us all (with sweet tooth) LOL
    Great piece :)

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  5. Thank you for visitng. I like your reference to the world of cheap perfume because that what modern culture offers now...third rate rubbish!
    Good poem.

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    1. I can only imagine the smell from above. :)

      Thanks for stopping by!

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  6. I guess it's a good thing to keep that sweet tooth in check. The cravings, like addictions, are all consuming. Powerful poem!

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    1. Yes, they'll eat you up from the inside out.

      Thanks for reading, Michael!

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  7. Good poem. Lack of self control can certainly be damaging!

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    1. Yes, ugly and damaging!

      Thanks for coming by!

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  8. Looking for too much of a good thing is almost always self-destructive. Fine poem.

    I have joined your supporters, thanks for joining mine.

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    1. Hi Altonian! Thanks for reading. Happy to connect. :)

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