Diet

by N J Thornton   Nov 21, 2007


A guilty conscience has three eyes.
One of which is a chocolate
covered marzipan,
with blood-shot veins of sugar.

I am the prefect of the
confectionary box.
One by one I commit
adultery with every caramel
and peanut moment of cocoa.

I was elected by the strawberry
mouse wrapped in foil.
Until I unwrapped it,
seduced it and devoured it.
By then it was too late for
a re-election.

Then, I ate the third eye
in one bite.
Creamy candy rippled
over my tongue.
Guilt felt sweeter mashed-up
in my stomach, hidden
and digested.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Teria

    I love this. (:
    I think I'll put it on my favorites.
    It's so creative and flawless.

    keep it up darling.

  • 16 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Terribly amusing, though I think you could have been speaking about political processes just as much as diet. Though I suppose if you were speaking about the Diet, it would be a nice double entendre. ;)

    Regardless, nicely sensual and wry all at once.

  • 16 years ago

    by FridusBlueheaven

    It is really well written poem and your wordage was very excellent. I really like this stanza,
    "A guilty conscience has three eyes.
    One of which is a chocolate
    covered marzipan,
    with blood-shot veins of sugar."

    By the way, it's really enjoyable poem, you deserve nothing but 5/5!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Marc Ortiz

    It's not bad... I believe you had a hard time writing again... well I had writer's block before and it's really hard to write after the 'block' Anyway I think it flowed well, good job.

  • 17 years ago

    by Normal is the Watchword

    I will tell you that I enjoyd the conflicting accounts int his poem: The speaker clearly enjoys seeing and breaking the diet until reality sets in and he/she feels guilty. I enjoyed the stanza involing the strawberry mouse wraped in foil: It sounded delicious in it's simple word choice, but what I found even more different was the image of it being too late for a re-election: A chance to decide over againw aht hsapes out future (even for a moment there) But then you end it with guilt being sweeter already hidden and food can be enjoyed once more. Different but a heck of a lot better than the I can't eat I'm on a diet poems I've read here.

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