Magpie Tales
Mag 127
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| Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz Kline |
dark chocolate languishing
crisp redness of plump berries
dancing in the white cream
lip smacking ribs
drawn from the heat
napkin filth on the floor
fermented grapes calling
dead corks in a pile
another glass,why not?
predictable disturbance
on the appointed hour
wakens sound reverie
churning and twisted
like a figure eight
gut revolution over my excess
Laurel. But it was sure good going down!
Its Sunday and time for my weekly poetic genius ( she said, tongue in cheek) on Magpie Tales.
Sounds rough, but yeah....worth it. The dark chocolate drew me in quickly, that first stanza is just delicious!
ReplyDeletehaha....i was enjoying all the rich food...but in the end i would probably end up at the same place and lamenting my stupidity at least until the next time...smiles.
ReplyDeleteYes, been down that road. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so grateful that part of my life is behind me.
ReplyDeletechocolate!! now why didn't i see that?
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Despite the last line, this made me hungry...
ReplyDeleteI didn't think of chocolates...this is a good one ~
ReplyDeleteWhat is life without chocolate and wine and all those wonderful pleasures everyone over indulges in? Deliciously captivating, Laurel. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love the stark simplicity of Franz Kline's paintings, and I think your words give this painting an extra dimension. I can almost feel your injection of color into this colorless mental landscape.
ReplyDeleteyep- I've had a few of those meals!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, how this can come from that. A really enjoyable read. Thanks for.
ReplyDeleteStirring rendition of what goes diwn must come up , Laurel, thanks !
ReplyDeleteOh yes, and for me chocolate always gives me the best fix!
ReplyDeleteVery nice .... decadent chocolate, fermented grapes ~ why not indeed!
ReplyDeleteOh good stuff - know the twist of the eight in the gut...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Haven't we all been there at one time or another?? Great!
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