Untitled (a different sky is waiting)

Time drips in sensual decay as
I ponder
beneath cerulean sky,
breathing in scent
of grenadine
and mint. I bid myself focus
on
what lay ahead, but oh taste of
guacamole
grilled cheese spoke
otherwise.

Asudden, wind blew, as though
offering a
kiss. I remind myself
to cherish salad
days that there
is (plenty) of time
to amend my
ways.

 

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24 Responses

  1. Fireblossom says:

    You hope! πŸ˜‰

  2. I really like the phrase “cherish salad days”. Crunchy. πŸ˜‰

  3. Brendan says:

    The snake in the glass is this tempting mood-to quench not in a downward burning bower but a bite of guacamole. Amen.

  4. HA says:

    Ah, the images you create in the reader’s mind.
    “I ponder beneath cerulean sky,/breathing in scent of grenadine/and mint”: That, for me, is the focal point of the verse.

  5. Rommy says:

    “Plenty of time to amend my ways” – so every reluctant dieter says when they’ve slipped off the wagon. πŸ˜€ As someone trying to banish some unwanted baggage, I couldn’t help but giggle and nod at this perspective on the Devil card. We humans are quite clever at rationalizing away our excesses.

    • Sanaa says:

      LOL❀ love your perspective here, Rommy 😊 and I absolutely agree! So glad you liked it❀

  6. Mama Zen says:

    I really like that opening line!

  7. Love “cherish salad days” I think we miss the glory in a moment because we don’t take the time to embrace it.

  8. Kerry says:

    This is certainly a good defense against any devil passing by.

  9. gillena says:

    When I was younger “Salad Days” was a piece of cake; as I get older its so hard, I want to eat whatever I feel like , even though my aging metabolism shouldn’t
    Good Luck with salad days

    much love…

  10. Jim says:

    Wonders what a nice salad can do for one. Guacamole does sound good with most cheeses I can think of.
    ..

  11. Nicely wicked! And those are great temptations you list. πŸ™‚

  12. Margaret says:

    All I can think of is “ADD Guac to my grilled cheese!” Sounds amazing. Will try it tomorrow.

    The poem, I’m sure has a deeper meaning – but I’m a bit side tracked πŸ™‚

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