Peppermint

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 2, 2012


Bankrupt are my lips,
from considering you to be
an annual tree
that tastes as summer

lives, striving to be withal
allegiant-

but you come across my
peach neck lines
like a rosin of peppermint.

And each time my eyes
are infused with your eaves
that are silken in rain's
longer dew,

I am mentioned
somewhere in your comatose

moratorium.

Written August 8, 2012 at 12:20 am.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Omgosh! This was beautiful! The images, analogy, the words. Seriously a unique and brilliant right. I fell in love with this because it was so refreshing. I love reading new metaphors, then become jealous I didn't think of them first lol!

    Lovely as always!

  • 12 years ago

    by Britt

    I'm so conflicted with your images (in a good way). You go on to talk about images of summer (for me.. peaches) but then the rest really remind me of winter (peppermint, comatose... why that reminds me of winter I'm unsure lol. It gave a really interesting contrast here.

    I also really like the beginning with the bankrupt lips... AH what an image!

    I love the use of "annual tree". The poem makes me think of someone who you expect and hope to be around for and with you all the time, but they only show up when they decide. Maybe I'm totally wrong here, but that's what I got :) I love this! Nominating it :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    "Bankrupt are my lips"

    ^ so original! beautifully said... I like the peppermint usage too..

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