Poem - 17 August 2022, 22:46

SALT SPOONS

Forgive me,
But morning breath tastes bitter
these days
Like coffee
Made with rancid cream
Salt spoons instead of
sweetened grain
Cheese that grinds with
grated wail
Toast that burns to
charcoal pain

M P 18/8/22

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Greg Etsell18 August 2022, 00:09

awsome poem

Marion20 August 2022, 05:36

Thanks Greg x

Neville18 August 2022, 02:23

I'm pretty sure I know where you are coming from ..

I know that feeling and I recognise that taste ..

there's a taste in my mouth he said and it tastes, like no taste at all

the title first grabbed my attention, then it pulled me in, before spitting me out and leaving me with a thirst for more ................ Neville x

Marion20 August 2022, 05:43

God I'm a miserable cow aren't I 😬...still, I think there comes a point in life where you absolutely know that nothing exists in this particular world that could ever refill your cup
thanks so much my friend x