Clearance sale!
She walks through the store
The day AFTER love’s loss
Heart-shaped boxes
Assortment inside
No labels
Every taste leaves an imprint
Luscious or lacking
She is left to linger or leave
Her thumb broke the shell
She saw the guts
Some too soft, some too creamy
Of those she never took a bite
Today she laughs
At the heart-shaped box
She spies the next holiday
Different wrappings
Same bait
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She laughs, yes, with edges of bitterness….that lost feeling the day after, when everything just does not taste exactly the same…
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Those heart shaped boxes make a great metaphor – I love your use of guts – literally visceral, and working for chocolates or for people. They’re all over priced and over wrapped. I love the bitter ending.
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“Every taste leaves an imprint/Luscious or lacking/She is left to linger or leave,”.. there is so much to ponder, to experience, to feel here .. a beautifully worded poem! 💝💝
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‘Different wrappings
Same bait’
Sadly cynical but I ‘get it’. Great write!
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A great poem Mary. I love the sticking of the thumb into the goo and deciding to move one. Very symbolic! They say chocolate is an aphrodisiac, but it think they are just trying to sell chocolates!
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I like the humor in this one, Mary. I think too many people take VD too seriously. If only we could check the hearts of potential lovers with the same kind of test 😉
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It all just seems like fuel for commercialism sometimes…
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“Every taste leaves an imprint
Luscious or lacking”
Wonderful poem, Mary!
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There is something so sad about those heart-shaped boxes left after Valentine…
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