Wishes gone bad are as salt;
hibiscus flowers charred and stripped of flavour—
it’s landing on cold hard ground,
it’s drowning in angst,
it’s summoning white waves without tranquility and calm—
wishes gone bad are as foul language,
they hurt
and have consequences; would you take the chance?
Give in to surfeit,
or prefer to settle down for what you receive in moderation?
Salt, in excess burns the throat,
but how would one know unless he has held on and begged
for release?
Wishes are powerful, salt is key;
it’s time we observe and unlock what is stuck in between.
Photo credits: Anka Zhuravleva art photography, Pinterest
Day Twenty ~ When Good Wishes Go Bad
Skylover Wordlist: Salt 💝
Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads
14 Responses
I like the image of ‘hibiscus flowers charred and stripped of flavour’, Sanaa, and ‘wishes gone bad are as foul language’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You ask some very pointed questions in this poem.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
An original approach to the prompt. And what powerful imagery!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Such a good take on the failure of wishes and salt in the wounds, or not❣️🌹🙏
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Salt is always the secret ingredient–in fairytales as in my kitchen. To answer your question–yes, I would totally take the chance!
Thank you so much, Romana 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like this, Sanaa, I am happy for the ending. Surely a request so heartwarming would not be refused. Twice, once my ex, they just ran off, no coming back requests from me.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Goodness…what a line “hibiscus flowers charred and stripped of flavour” We need a little salt…help us when we are salted too much into intolerable
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️