Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The Next Taste

She lived life
like a kid scraping fudge
from the sides a bowl,
one dark glob,
after sweet, dark glob,
lips and chin
smeared with the evidence
of the joy in her years.
Her bowl lost flavor, and
the rich, sugary stains
faded
from the reflection
in cold, fixed eyes;
the next taste
was sweetest yet...

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

13 comments:

Aurora said...

:):)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Classic dark theme with that great P.P. touch!

Poetry by Kai said...

thats a cool poem, did u have a nice birthday?

Queen Neetee said...

An excellent, rich, and passion filled poem that effortlessly takes us on a trip of change.

Strong and beautiful.
Thank you.

Masago said...

Another taste of "Pat".

catnapping said...

another excellent poem! a great image.

Pris said...

Oh yes...what a wonderful analogy! Love this.

polona said...

another pat paulk classic... enjoyed!

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Beautifully crafted. Enjoyed every bit of it.

Eric said...

simply delicious.

floots said...

strangely sad and threatening at the same time
what we all fear at times i guess
powerful piece

Borut said...

The dark attraction of 'qualitative infinity'?

Pat Paulk said...

AA,:)-

Russell, thank you!!

Kai, I had a wonderful birthday, thank you for asking!!

QNT, as are your comments, thank you!!

Vaughn, I wonder if I can charge for that. Thanks!!

Rebecca, I aims to please. Thank you!!

Thanks Pris your comments are always greatly appreciated!

Thanks Polona!!

Natalia, thank you!! I've really been enjoying your blog!!

Eric, that's two of you, I know I'm going to charge for this!! Thanks!!

Floots, you are "dead" on the money!!

Thanks Borut!!