It bows and cries out in submission;
like sundaes overwhelm the lips unassuming,
a sharp turn,
sudden gust of wind and touch—
shall I befuddle it with a smile,
offer tattered senses and crackers so that depth of feeling
is manageable,
shall I wield my tongue accordingly,
taste outburst as highly seasoned as cinnamon,
as anise?
Exclamation comes in bunches, selfishly,
strewn with echoes of yesterday marks me as his,
electrons, garlic cloves,
celery, batteries, balloons and eggs
provide but little consolation—
shall I strap on some armor,
compose a manifesto in curt reply to punches and blows,
like half moon,
scarlet blushing skin and Monday blues;
we duel powered by surge of adrenaline listening
to evening’s song.
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My heart ached reading your words Sanaa 😢
in curt reply to punches and blows,
like half moon,
scarlet blushing skin and Monday blues;.’
So well written
Thank you so much, Christine 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
‘shall I wield my tongue accordingly,
taste outburst as highly seasoned as cinnamon,
as anise?’
– this is a poetic ‘Saltimbocca,’ Sanaa (an Italian dish which literally ‘jumps in the mouth!’ A mesmerising take on the prompt ❤️
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Oh you need a manifesto in response to those punches…
Those punches… so much bruising
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
En guard! So rich, so much going on in here. I’m reminded of the 9-volt battery, and the shock it gave on the tongue. And the crackers make it.
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Very beautifully written Sanaa. The spice of exclamation is always stinging for the good taste or the bad!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the passionate voice. That manfesto comes with a punch:
we duel powered by surge of adrenaline listening
to evening’s song.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Exclamations come in bunches like those punches… as cinnamon and anise… love these lines. Delicious. And so is the photo. thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, Selma 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You could befuddle anyone or anything with a smile … a magnificent poem!
You are so kind, Helen! Thank you so much for your lovely comment 💄❤️
Decadent verses! Loved this, “shall I strap on some armor, compose a manifesto in curt reply to punches and blows, like half moon” I think sometimes we all hold back part of ourselves in fear, like the half moon, a great metaphor! 🌜💓🌛
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(Wish i had written this)
“Exclamation comes in bunches,”
OMG this is amazing.
Much💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love back ..
Sanaa,
How this made my heart ache: “shall I befuddle it with a smile,/offer tattered senses and crackers so/that depth of feeling /is manageable” — You have put into words the bruises and unmanageability of love battling in voiceless pain.
pax,
dora
Thank you so much, Dora 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
your title, and how you weave it into the whole, stands out to me ~
Thank you so much, M 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️