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Today’s prompt: Write something that ends with the phrase “she tasted like memory”
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Deep words here. Thanks for always joining.
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Thank you friend xo
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I drift
Drift in purpose, direction,
Resolve in question.
Telling myself on repeat
I’ve no need, no want
Of soft skin against mine.
To feel a another’s heart beat
Against my chest.
Though I remember,
Though I can still imagine,
When I close my eyes
What it is
To close my hand round the soft hand of another,
To fall asleep embracing—entwined, entangled,
To wake and smell sleep warmed skin,
To touch and take and give and kiss
Before coffee should touch my lips.
Such hunger is not a thing I allow myself to taste,
The risk too rich, too great to let it touch upon the tongue.
I am not young enough for a taste of what
Should bring me to my knees—
Of what I imagine
That she’d taste like memory.
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Annette another amazing moving poem … Your ability to find just the words to express what you are feeling, your words linger in my mind and heart long after I have read them
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Thank you so much!
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Oh, fun to be get not only a quote to include but a placement. Made me write a story in poem form.
Hope you enjoy!
https://redcat.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/she-tasted-like-memory/
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https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/strawberry-memories/
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Reblogged this on Art, Photography and Poetry.
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Hi, Here’s my offering for Tuesday’s Writing Prompt Challenge ‘she tasted like memory’ – A tanka / She Tasted Like Memory.
Here’s the link https://goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/tanka-she-tasted-like-memory-a-poem-by-goff-james/.
Happy Tuesday.
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Hi. I wrote a short little limerick for this prompt.
https://anakinyc.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/john-kissed-a-girl/
Happy Tuesday everyone!
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Postcard in the mail today
Who sends postcards these days?
Sat by the window to look at it
Picture on the front was old
Black and white and a hundred shades of gray
Two young faces looking at each other
One the long ago me
The other – her
The her that raised me up
The her that held me there
That walked with me through every dream
Through every mountain trail, every valley meadow
Through torrents of rain and bright sunshine
Her – that her – my other
The message on the back, simple
“Love like no other love I’ve ever known,
Your one and only ever other”
She waits for me now in another meadow
I remember, I remember
She shined like stardust
She sounded like angels
She felt warm and strong in my embrace
She tasted like memory
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The hair, still familiar
Competes with the wind
Her eyes holding secrets
Concealed within
Her skin still electric
Soft white still her hips
She tasted like memory
Still fresh on her lips
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Here’s mine:
http://purplepeninportland.com/2020/04/22/shock-after-years/
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