A bright summer's day,
Let's take a trip to the beach.
Don't forget the Fun Dip,
It's never far out of reach.
Tear it open in a rush,
But don't let it slip.
We're in dangerous territory,
It's doomed if it leaves your grip.
Rainbows of sugar packed in a pouch,
Give the chalky hard candy a lick.
White meets swirls of color,
Sweetness stuck to a stick.
Teeth painted green,
Tongue stained blue.
Then the pouch takes a tumble,
And hysteria will ensue.
My eyes question the candy,
No longer in my hand.
Is it sugar?
Is it sand?
My tongue says sugary sweet,
My teeth say sandy grit.
I think that's the end of my treat,
It's time for me to quit.
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Alyssa Nicole
A toxicologist who secretly hopes to be a full-time author. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head until I get around to writing them. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Ideas
I am a human being—full of mistakes, full of ideas—some bad, some not worth letting escape. If they do get out they may act like bees; swarming to find the next filling thing without any regard for practicality. So some ideas fall into a jar to die in the back of the cupboard. Maybe one day they'll resurface—pressure too much to handle and I'll have no choice but to let the bees look for their pollen to make honey. It may not be so bad after all—letting the swarm escape to make something new for me or anyone unfamiliar. It's only a problem when it's wasps unknowingly released. That, I do apologize for.
By Andi Leigha day ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Mmmm, I can almost taste it. Loved your poem!
I love fun dip, haven’t had it in a while.
Sugar the sand, hahah!