They drown me
in bittersweet humility – to live these days
where we know their whispers
but too late to love them.
Tag Archives: emotions
Anabolism
When plating emotions
be mindful of how they are consumed.
Sadness cannot be devoured immediately
pair with colorful sides
to keep the appetite distracted
while it waits for the meal to be tolerable.
Anger is much the same
but requires the opposite response
serve alone on the otherwise empty plate
give enough space to save the sides.
Interest is built of delicate crust
that will collapse under pressure
but handled carefully
will keep its delicious vitals intact.
Joy as your main course
cannot be given – only cultivated
the effort and intent can be tasted
a culinary crescendo patiently savored.
Despite our favorites we all need a full course,
compelling meals are filled with diversity.
Fear (A golden shovel poem written from a line in James Tate’s “City at Night”)
“it’s a good corner on which to sell balm” – James Tate
A ripe fruit built to burst, it’s-
longing for the tooth, the fist, a-
discerning eye to gaze assessment, “good,”
and highlight every soft spoken corner
with shrouded secrets even the skin conspires on.
The gnash of the teeth, the rot of the ground; which-
of these, is any better to be led to?
Either end will see you as shit to sell
though, for a while, you were sweet and glowed like lip balm.