Cotton-mouth

by Melissa   Jul 6, 2009


I slurp the days of lemonade
with parched lips,
in a blithe attempt
to quench the thirst
winter so heedlessly derived

but what does one ingest;
through only a straw
where sweet is accompanied by sour,
and bone-dry is a word
that can never be properly sated

where are the lemony dewdrops
on my tongue,
and how shall poetry liquefy
in a mouth full of vocabulary
when I'm more arid,
than soused

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  • 16 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Quite profound!
    Your poetry always leaves me in a state of awe. I find myself taking each line apart and analyzing the thoughts behind each syllable.
    Well done my friend! Keep it up, Holly

  • 16 years ago

    by Corinne

    Your writing never fails to astound me Melissa. That's not a word I toss around around lightly.

  • 16 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    As always your poems is simply a pleasure
    to read and your words just come alive for
    the reader to see..loved the read!

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