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Click hereLike yesterday's bread,
Best turned into toast,
Taken with sweet, creamy coffee,
And stirred with a silver spoon,
Is a thought,
Best left unspoken,
Until tomorrow,
Then taken with a grain of salt,
And seasoned with time's passage.
Ambivalence cannot be dropped,
Like Salome's seven veils,
Instead it must be grabbed,
Then shaken to wakefulness,
By the scruff of the neck.
So too dislike,
Like drops of water,
Must fly off the hem,
Of a quickly snapped towel.
Cry your tears of remorse,
Bitter with regret,
And dried in the heat of sorrow,
Lamenting hasty hurt,
Well deserved,
Earned in those moments,
Of foolish insults,
Hurled viciously against,
Those deemed unworthy.
Dance the fool's dance,
Your bell hat jingling,
Nonsense as your rhymes,
Spill off your lips,
Thickened with drink,
Or slowed,
Because your mouth is full of words,
Better left unspoken,
And you've learned the painful lesson.
I read a few of your works and enjoy your use and choice of words.
A real wordsmith, it that's a word? or even if it isn't, I'll make it one.
one thing,
"so to Dislike" should be "so too, Dislike" it's clearer.
Loved your use of well worn phrases, often used in a cliched way, you made them your own within this poem. Well done.
The only moment that caught me was the "So too dislike," which perhaps needs to be "So too, dislike". Other than that, a fantastic poem that is like sugar on the tip of my tongue. I'm going to go read it again.