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)
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Classic dark theme with that great P.P. touch!
thats a cool poem, did u have a nice birthday?
An excellent, rich, and passion filled poem that effortlessly takes us on a trip of change.
Strong and beautiful.
Thank you.
Another taste of "Pat".
another excellent poem! a great image.
Oh yes...what a wonderful analogy! Love this.
another pat paulk classic... enjoyed!
Beautifully crafted. Enjoyed every bit of it.
simply delicious.
strangely sad and threatening at the same time
what we all fear at times i guess
powerful piece
The dark attraction of 'qualitative infinity'?
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!!
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