The skilled poet meticulously guides the reader to think/to feel what the poet intends.
At another time the same poet pushes the reader off a precipice.
Crafting fall & flight, ground comes to no conclusion.
Are there two-headed foods? Creme brulee, comes to mind, with its crust and custard.
Solstice
ReplyDeleteIt's time it's time the planet said
to turn me back around
sweet and salty women need some extra time
they're hungry for more daylight
hungry for each other
kicking at the ground
impatient to get on with it
with spring and supple pleasures
with pummeled apples cinnamon sugar
bitter ale and chilling cider
take your fork to the center of her earth
vanquished evil of the endless dark