when the world crashes in
there is but one way to make things right
decadent sweets do beckon me
with promises of a heavenly delight
in times of great despair
my heavy heart is set free
with promises of a heavenly delight
decadent sweets do beckon me
when loneliness set in
in the wee hours of the night
decadent sweets do beckon me
with promises of a heavenly delight
i find solace in simple pleasures
that dance on my taste buds full of glee
with promises of a heavenly delight
decadent sweets do beckon me
thought i'd toy with a new form of poetry...go figure i'd pick something which includes repetition. looking at some of my usual (free verse) writes, i have definitely found that i favor repetition, though it's not quite so easy to do when following a specific form. anyway, the form above is known as 'mirrored refrain'. and this particular piece was inspired by Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck [food, drink, and indulgence].
this letting of words is my treatment...my salvation. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul.
| My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog, Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA). ...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet), but postings here will be limited. |
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Monday, March 14, 2011
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