This piece says a lot in a few words. At first, there is a sense that the person you refer to is not quite definable, there is something mysterious. The use of 'something' helps create this. You are perhaps just getting to know him, perhaps he is just out of reach.

Not quite peppermint drops
Not quite cinnamon.
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This gives the reader the sense that the speaker has come to a realisation that he isnt what they wanted him to be, there is a sense of anti-climax or resigned acceptance. I like how you dont linger on it, the whole poem moves on quickly, never gets boring and each word is important.

Anything but
your broken rib.
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This was my favourite line, as it says so much and made me think more into it. It's very good ending. To me, it implies you were anything but a product of him (refering to Adam's rib making Eve.) Its personal here, but can be interpreted as symbolic on a wider level perhaps of equality between men and women. There is a sense that logic and knowledge is valued above superstition, and the voice of the speaker is definite and matter-of-fact. I really got into this one, well done!

I thought immediately about Adam and Eve as well with the broken rib part, and it went right into the conversation we had yesterday about independence. They fit hand in hand so well together here, and I thought if that was what you were intending to mean, it was brilliantly written.

Interesting how you used peppermint, I wouldn't necessarily think of that as dark.. rich, yes, very potent. I love how you used peppermint AND cinnamon and still unable to come up with the particular scent/taste. A soft combination of the two, perhaps.

Beautiful picture of a beautiful woman, jasmine, braids and our scent.

Such a short piece with so much meaning and feeling. Beautiful.

I love the depth of this

I can't find a reason why did this poem win.. I mean it's good but not to an extent that it could win a contest.. Excuse me, but this is an opinion of a reader.

I can't answer to that since I'm neither one of the judges nor nominated it to start with, but they'll be a winning thread that will be posted soon in which you can share and discuss your opinion. I would encourage you to post your thought and perhaps one of the judges can enlighten us both.

One must look deeper than the surface. It's not that the poet didn't give amazing poetry, it's that the reader won't take the time to delve into the poetry. :)

Hey please don't get me wrong. I rate this poem 5/5 ... but I'm trying to say this nomination method is vague!

Okay sorry dear members. I think opinions hurt.
Please ask the mods to delete my comment. :'(

I know I'm naughty now.

It's ok, I insist yours be brought forward and discussed. It'll make an interesting discussion and I'm not hurt at all, if anything I admire honesty.

Nor... wow girl. It's like a savory wine which you want to take delicate sips of just to make the moment last a little longer. It had a lingering sense of chez chose. A feeling to belong a notion of what could be only to realize the ending wasn't how you pictured it. It's sudden halt to me leaves me stranded on a secluded island with a puzzled face. It makes me reach back to take another taste and live in that moment before 'reality' takes hold. I was literally smacking my lips as you do when you taste something for the first time.

I drank in every word, the feeling was dark and delicate. Oddly enticing to the eyes.

Well done on the win this week. Truly it was deserved.

Not to mention I enjoyed reading the comments/interpretations just as much as the poem. Colm and Britt that is.

I liked it, but i didn't really get it.

Twin,

As always you manage to stun me with your beautiful words. I am always delighted when you post something new to your profile and I read them several times. This was a little different to your usual poetry but it was so you and I find myself laughing at how much I am able to relate to you and you to I.

Of course, like Britt I first thought of Adam's rib, but from my interpretation that was for me, it was almost as though the concept of a broken rib was something uncomfortable, you described yourself as Braids, jasmine and fragrance [beautiful of course] but then to say you were anything but your broken rib, to me it would be like I was saying I am anything but your pest, or your little burden, but that is just my personal gathering of the poem which I am quite fond of.

See Nor, that is what I adore about your work, you allow the reader to grasp what you want from it, and while with this poem truly I think it was written personally for you to understand.

The first line, I had to have another giggle again, dark, rich, halting, definitely describes our kind of man huh, and I could almost taste the peppermint drops and the cinnamon, two things that really do delight my senses.

Thank you for sharing

Miss & love you as always.
-Mel.

Nice

Love this piece and the metaphor of the rib is so rich. It brings to mind the Genesis tale of Eve being formed from Adams rib.
Your words emphasise that the link between lovers needs to be more than a claim to ownership, or of pain. It must be all encompassing and vibrant to succeed and sustain. Bravo poet!

If you love me Dont take away the hatred from my heart it is the only reason for staying alive all this time

Norhan-- as always you pen masterpieces, I'm not surprised :) congratulations on your win :)

Stunning its taken me a few reads to get it lol but ive finally cracked it , well worth a win your an amazing writer 5/5 adding to to my fav's

If it wasn't for colm's comment i Wouldn't have gotten a clue what this poem was about..Like I had an idea going on...

like by the time I reached the ending,
I could only think of..being anything but pain to someone...

the furthest thing I ever had in mind was adam and eve.. damn Mel and britt..these wise woman -_-

anywhoo,
I tried to look deeper though...
and from what I understood...

eventhough,still dazzled and still a bit clueless...

these short piece was a delight..
like peppermint,Refreshing.

just a few words,nicely placed on paper..
with a captivating effect that makes one want to read over and over again...

I read this a few times...already...
but didn't comment until now...
god Nor,
you are the queen of simplicity
and your crown is made of complexity..

I am hooked!
Mwa