I overstuffed my mouth
Full of brown sugar
Picturing you with glowing orange skin
Deep toasted brown,
Like toasted jasmine rice,
Ethereal in its aroma—-
Playing off the warm golden flow
Of the ripe peaches
That I sliced with care
You glow so high in the moon beam
Of that red black blankness
I fear I’ll never reach you again
And that you will never have my heart,
As I give it to you over and over and over
And you departed,
And I love you.
My dear Swamp Thing,
You transcended into Milky Moon space
Eyes bigger than Saturn
Hypnotic and sweet
Fervent and grasping
Lemon peaked, powerful
I couldn’t breathe as you were covering the earth sky
A Goddess that moved the tide
You held me so tight
I flew down
Straight down, through the highest mountain peak
Your breath a winsome harp-like composition
I found euphoria with you, Moon-Milk Eyes
In my dysphoric, thudding
Plucked out
Heart, veins strewn about like
Over-cooked, mushy angel hair pasta.
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Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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Your pronouns will come in time and be what they are supposed to be. After all, poets are word gangsters, masters of speech. And you are a poet.
Well Done 🎯👍❤️
Really lovely words in this.
A delicious entry about a wonderful topic. Well done, it's gold through and through!
Congratulations on Top Story, Melissa!! This poem is so gorgeous and uniquely crafted! Definitely deserving!
I wish I had your vocabulary.
The imagery in this piece is at once vivid and concrete and also surreal. If we could translate a Dali painting into words, I imagine it would go something like this! Lovely!
I truly loved this. I could read it again and again
You’re such a masterful poet. This is gorgeous
In a whole different league then the rest of us. Brilliant
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Your poems are always soooo gorgeous and deep. Loved your imageries!
Fuck. Like the last few lines hit so hard too. This was amazing. One of the best I’ve read of yours
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Captivating! So full of delicious imagery! I love love love this, Melissa!
Very beautiful, Melissa!
Love this , wonderful words sis
Ohhh this in unctuous! LOVE it. ❤
Gorgeous piece. Congrats on the top story.
So many sense touched. Beautiful poem 🥰
What a trip! Beautiful. :) And congrats on your Top Story!
The title caught my attention!!! Heartbreaking!!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!
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Congratulations on your Top Story! Such gorgeous imagery in this. Plus I love peaches ;)