call me lucky
a fellow poet visits me
Carrying the jar of lemon and ginger
That I immediately need to go home
To taste.
After the lemon is gone
The ginger keeps you warm.
A colourful jam
Madame.
You know how to mix the flavours.
Intensity fades eventually
It's the constancy that counts
Jam is so synonymous
To my lemons
And my gingered moments.
How do we measure ginger?
It lacks exactness in its raw form.
Just like all us poets.
Are you holding a nutmeg grater?
Or should I look for the glue that
At some point or other imbues needed gardenias?
I might look at the news
If you will desiccate it for me
Can you imagine dry lemons or ginger?
Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-05-21 at 00:58
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a fellow poet visits me
Lemon and Ginger
There she isCarrying the jar of lemon and ginger
That I immediately need to go home
To taste.
After the lemon is gone
The ginger keeps you warm.
A colourful jam
Madame.
You know how to mix the flavours.
Intensity fades eventually
It's the constancy that counts
Jam is so synonymous
To my lemons
And my gingered moments.
How do we measure ginger?
It lacks exactness in its raw form.
Just like all us poets.
Are you holding a nutmeg grater?
Or should I look for the glue that
At some point or other imbues needed gardenias?
I might look at the news
If you will desiccate it for me
Can you imagine dry lemons or ginger?
Poetry by limber junctionson
Read 499 times
Written on 2008-05-21 at 00:58
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