You Must Taste the Thorns

“…it is true, poetry is delicious.” ~ Virginia Woolf

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I know love works
not like a machine. Still,
its parts must
be handled with precision,
touched only by a heart
that understands how
love truly works,

when artistically twisted;

you must taste the thorns,
if you wish to eat sweet fruit
from lips worth your while,

you must

birth wild things—
moons, succulent cackles
and belief-made rainbows,

you must

be the story
that inspires you
(and your wants)

to dream tangible realities,
you must be you…

always you.

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the wee notes…
– The 1st, 3rd and 5th stanzas of this poem were birthed separately. You can glimpse the originals on Instagram: 1st (handwritten on a coffee filter), 5th (blacked out from quotes of mine), 3rd (inspired by the thorny blood orange plant *see below*).
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

My Own Ink-Beast

Freaks are like everyone else, we are just freaky about being… and beautiful. If you are a Beautiful Freaks Fest participant, searching for a place to add your latest entry, follow the link. If you have stopped by to delight in my poetry, then read on. 

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I am
an ordinary freak,
beautiful
when I want. I am terror
and bliss, my own ink-
beast… I think (dancing)
in shadows and rainbows.

Ordinarily,
I am a beautiful freak.

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the wee notes…
– Linked to the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2017, hosted by Mistress Emma and moi.
– Follow this link to enter my stitched poetry giveaway. I’ll pick a winner on 6/30.
– Also linked to Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry 359.

What about you?