You never know what sunshine tastes like
Till it slaps your tastebuds
A mixture of citrus, berries
And sadness
Nonetheless
The citrus is powerful
A strong punch to your upper jaw
Almost the way sunny-D made you pucker as a kid
Berries a close second
The way sweets would linger on your tongue at night
You almost didn’t want the after taste to hit
But sadness-
Ever present
It sneaks up on you when you gulp down sunlight
It was that taste in your mouth, the feeling in your gut
When at the end of summer
You don't want the days to end
The taste of citrus & berries to run away
You want them back
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
Penumbra Complete
Echoes Chase Languorous Illuminations with a most Pluralistic wave Shining face to face of Each * Acrostic poems are almost as much enjoyment as observing the two disks barely touching but give an unearthly tone to the daylight.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Authorabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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