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Like Olives

by Elizabeth Shaw

That spilled nectar on the centre island
white cheddar dark chocolates
the absurdity of feeling
freedom and desire;

When you know it’s good and want to stay
lips curvature wrapped around it;

The rest of life
interfering with life
like olives.

11/25/2015

Posted on 11/26/2015
Copyright © 2023 Elizabeth Shaw

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/01/15 at 02:12 PM

the absurdity of feeling freedom and desire - I believe you hit the nail on the tete with this one, given I feel the two are ever seeming at odds and antithetical, one with the other. in this and every case, freedom( Cain ) at odds with desire( Abel )bops it on the noggin and queries the most high up, whether it is its brother's keeper? in freedom's case, I think it too late to make such inquiry as to desire, but never too late to say, how fine a bard yea are and finer than any olive in this case, likened to life of which your words possess much.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/05/15 at 09:37 AM

congratulations, Dear Jane.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/05/15 at 03:25 PM

Great to see this quickly become POTD! High marks all around.

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