Lemons
read when love sours
Six coiled fists on the sill.
I left the window open. The breeze chafed my skin to dust and stung the
lemons til they dried. Birds flapped unnerved between Spanish moss.
Entire mornings we once spent in the grass. The ground dug our bare backs while the sun
narrowed your face unflatteringly. The silence after heat pulsed
came between us, twisted your soft glow into a grimace.
Each time I remember you, I pucker.
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Compelling and original writing
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Comments (14)
Gorgeous, emotive piece of poetry—such great word choice here!
Oh my wows! Full of unexpected...just wows 😍
Wow!! Such a great acrostic poem, a potential winner! Congrats on the TS, Joe! 🎉🎉
Very well described. Congrats on top story.
You sure know how to sell hunger with any food product, kudos
I am gobbling up this poem -- every well-chosen acidic word. Your narrator makes me see and feel the world through their eyes, yet without creating sympathy for their character (at least for me), which is not an easy thing to pull off.
Oh wow, that was pretty powerful in its bitterness. Congratulations on the Top Story - well done!
Felt the sour! Loved how this played out, wonderful writing :)
Ooh, nice bit of bitterness.
This is so good!!! I can actually taste the spur lemons in that last line. Great job!!
Damn this was intense. Your vivid details make such a words to screen view.
Excellent poem.
Realism, nature, imagination, and love orchestrate in your poem a beautiful blend of words, emotions, and meanings.
This was so good. I felt the sourness of the lemons as a metaphor throughout.