Sometimes, A Country
is a glass of spoiled milk
the lure of sweet dew
dripping the glass
but up close
the nose’s vile pucker
the curdling tongue
11 thoughts on "Sometimes, A Country"
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Really like how the title flows into the poem. The metaphor is spot on. Nice work!
No lie detected. Great image!!
Powerful language.
love this metaphor of today!
like curdling
Yes, how stinky, but we can make something of it!
sweet dew and vile pucker!! great word choices, so purposeful
You capture the funk many of us are in these days, watching what’s happening in Washington, L.A. and elsewhere. Sour milk indeed.
Shew. This is a visceral piece.
Such an apt metaphor. Thank you
Yup, great metaphor.