The nuances of certain feelings sting me . . . .


Lost in the quiet desperation of old age,

I cannot taste of those emotions anymore,

Those subtle sentiments of a delicate nature

Quiet inflections of pain infused into love

The bittersweet taste of their intrinsic flavors

Like saffron a little pinch goes a long way

But I having become allergic to their consuming

Must forever absent myself from their desire,

From the poignant pounding of their affection . . . .


Hence, I can only remember and write of them.

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sweetwater's picture

Love this sensitive and sadly

Love this sensitive and sadly accurate poem. It speaks to, and for, me.

Dove's picture

Beautifully written!

Beautifully written!

Stephen's picture

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.  ---   Stephen