It was good while it lasted
But as most good things
It didn’t last long enough
Take off the halo and rose-colored glasses
Dreams of what could have been
Melt like fresh butter into warm bread
The taste gone in a swallow
Why settle for a solitary life like the Sea Anemone
The dirt road now beneath her feet
Might just lead to an open meadow of bursting sun
Linking this up to Paint Chip Poetry with Linda Kruschke
Excellent! I especially love “Dreams of what could have been / Melt like fresh butter into warm bread”. And extra points for using sea anemone so cleverly.
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Thanks! I had to look up sea anemone.
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I like the line “The taste gone in a swallow.” It’s a creative way to describe the quickness of things passing.
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Thank you!
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