Black Palate
Black Palate
Darker than the speck
on a pecan
splash of Black
Moccasin ink
darker than the black
on the back
of an orca
the trembling tongue
of a rat snake
my emptiness
which rises after
midnight & teaches
me to never barricade
one surging
tear or ignore the dark
sap of my own blood
Compact, complex, and beautiful!
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great use of ‘sap’
i really enjoyed this
I like the way the line breaks work in this poem—the enjambment is cool. Also, the strength of the word barricade versus the delicacy of a tear
Your rich images bring this poem to life. I can taste the feeling!
Wow! You, my dear, are an amazing writer. Thanks for sharing.
“my emptiness
which rises after
midnight & teaches
me to never barricade
one surging
tear……”
I adore that. The orca sticks with me too. 🖤🖤🖤
You make me feel that black. I love how you allow your self to feel it. The couplets work perfectly in this poem.
Oh, my. Black I’ve not experienced, on pecan, on orca, and turned into a lesson for addressing one’s emptiness. Good one!