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the confessions [ 2-6-07 ]

by Ava Blu



I love the smell of freshly burnt popcorn,
and I adore eating burnt toast;


black has a distinct scent,
a unique taste,
and I find myself craving
its silence.



02/06/2007
Posted on 02/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 02/06/07 at 10:49 PMI like the use of 'silent' to describe black.  Thought provoking.
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/06/07 at 11:35 PMOkay...my secret is out too. I don't care for burnt popcorn, but I do love burnt toast...with butter.
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/07 at 04:09 AMHell yeah!
Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 02/07/07 at 10:12 AMBurnt toast = the silence of an early breakfast. Burnt popcorn = the silence of a summer evening on the porch swing. Foods invoke amazing emotions in people, especially when linked to special memories. Beautiful poem, Jeanna.
Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/18/11 at 04:22 PMNice. Rare. I dig.

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