Lost Wanderer
Which Way
I need to breathe
to let the tension out;
unstick my peanut butter tongue
from the cave's ridged roof of my hollow mouth
open up
wait
for cool water to fall over tentacle pores
trickle down my
dry throat, cracking
parched words.
A desert nut.
I hold my palms up and
thank the mirage
beautiful hallucination
survival song
I whisper,
take me home.
I need more than saltwater lips
and pretty words
my bones ache for rest
for silence in a
rainless storm.
Electric temples
lightning temptress
an ache for spring music
a playlist called summer
tall grass
a clean creek.
Bathe me in light
kiss me with aloe.
Which way is homeward?
Tell me
before I perish.
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Amazing poem. This in particular, "unstick my peanut butter tongue / from the cave's ridged roof of my hollow mouth" struck me. You have such a poetic way of painting images. Absolutely amazing!!
Love it! This is very original.
Your vivid poem vividly portrays a longing for renewal and solace amidst arid imagery, evoking a poignant plea for guidance and relief. Beautiful!
Oooo, peanut butter tongue, saltwater lips and aloe kiss. Those were my favourites! Also, what if only after we perish would we find which way is it? Or what if perishing is the only way? Lol, I don't know what's wrong with me. Loved your poem!
I CAN RELATE. GOOD STORY
This: "unstick my peanut butter tongue from the cave's ridged roof of my hollow mouth" And this: "I need more than saltwater lips" I like the whole thing, but those parts jumped out at me. Good job!
Please do. But if not, let me slip into sweet unconsciousness & pass quickly.
Your poem beautifully captures the sensation of being overwhelmed and the longing for relief and renewal.
Each line felt so important to the piece, loved the flow! ā¤ļø Incredible poem! ā¤ļø
Kiss me with aloe is the line that grabbed my attention most. Great work Em. Once again you amaze me my friend!
Gosh I love how you paint a picture and your comparisons like cmon this is amazing, like freaking peanut butter and electric temples
Very ethereal, praise to new beginnings/seasons perhaps? Fav lines "I need more than saltwater lips/and pretty words" what a snappp, I love it!! Sticking images and feelings with perfectly sewed together words!! Lovely as always Em!! š