Lemons
Oranges
Tomatoes
Mint
Garlic
Onion
Pepper
Mustard
Coffee
Chocolate
Fried food
Bloating
Heartburn
Burning Esophagus
Pepcid, once a day
Pepcid complete, twice a day
Repeat, repeat
Until the flames halt rolling up to my tender palate
Adiós, morning coffee
Au revoir, sauté garlic and onions
Arrivederci, spicey tomatoes sauce
Sayonara, shrimp tempura rolls
Farewell, decadent dark chocolate
Food for healing a chemical spill tapestry
Almond Milk
Kefir
Water
Coconut Water
Mushrooms
Zucchini
Avocado
Pears
Bananas
Oatmeal
Bland diet
Toast
Adjust
Gentle balm takes time to sooth.
Promise of renewal and rebirth
Embracing an Alkaline portrait for a symphony of wellness.
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli6 days ago in Poets
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (5)
I concur with all of this, Daphne, except for "bland diet". It's not so much bland as it is learning to appreciate different flavors & more subtlety.
Wow! This is like a reflective journey of healing the body through dietary changes. The tone shift from a lament over loss of favourite foods to hopeful embrace of a new healing diet was to the point. The transition from the distress caused by acidic foods to the promise of renewal and rebirth through a gentle, healing diet is beautifully captured in the final lines of the poem. Daphsam! You are brilliant. Great work!
Whoaaaa, I love how you managed to convey the message through your poem! Very well done!
Or DGL for a week and then Betaine HCI with meals🧐. Nice story and good info. 😍
What a great list poem for a nutrition class or even an elementary school health lesson. Good work.