Friday, March 10, 2017

Invisible Things

Unwrapped stars
taste of chocolate,
but only once
per wish.

The moon crescents
into a kite -
I'm a stick girl
sodded to earth.

Michelangelo painted
a womb, a brain,
a man
navelled to nothing.

My tongue's out to taste
every apple crisp
temptation in this garden
that's not.

For Real Toads

14 comments:

Rommy said...

I'm very much in love with the first stanza.

Magaly Guerrero said...

May I please marry your last stanza? I promise to be faithful to it. Well, as long as the first stanza doesn't blow chocolate kisses my way. Yum!

Fireblossom said...

Yeah. All of this.

brudberg said...

I think there is a snake somewhere in that last stanza :-)

Sherry Marr said...

Gorgeous.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--I thought "navelled to nothing" was the line I loved best, and then I got to the end.

How do you do it? Every poem is a gem...

grapeling said...

I always marvel at your deft touch ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the second stanza - it works as a part of the whole, but also as a kind of stand alone image.

Your figurative language really sings throughout.

angieinspired said...

I always wonder what circuitry your brain is on, to put together what seems like discongruent thoughts so seamlessly?

Margaret said...

A feast of a poem... delicious words and wit!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I absolutely love this!!❤️ Especially the first and last stanza ❤️

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes! That last line is delightful!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Amazing thoughts woven together in this beautiful poem...I love it!!

Stacie Eirich said...

You had me at the chocolate stars....beautiful, but with a bit of sourness too - which makes it seem both real & fantastical. Thanks for sharing!