Cure
The taste shapes
acrid, like medicine
clichés, cacophony
actions louder than words
which even if I spoke
you’d never hear
so entrenched in your world
blood kin consecrating
I am the gnat buzzing
swat-worthy, flicking your hand
to drive me away
I am the medicine
you spit out never believing
you might need.
My rainbow horizon beckons.
end
Sascha Darlington 6/19/2018
I liked the description of that buzzing gnat being swatted away.
“I am the medicine you spit out” – great line!
Thank you! 🙂
Blood kin consecrating brings out the times when advice from family are ignored.
Thank you, Astrid! 🙂
I love the opening lines and the ‘gnat buzzing swat-worthy’.
Thank you, Kim! 🙂
I LOVE the last four lines!
Thank you so much! 🙂
This is sensational. I loved every line and the unfolding of a profound medicine song.
Thanks so much, Paul! 🙂
I am the medicine
you spit out never believing
you might need.
Hmmm, some we won’t even try with sugar. Great poem!
Thanks, Mary!
Interestingly, something different caught everyone’s eye. What struck me, is what a different take this is for you. Fascinating. I really enjoyed the entire poem.
Thanks, Phyllis! 🙂
Your welcome. Glad to see you 🙂 You’ve been missed.
Thank you, Phyllis!
I look forward to what comes next 🙂
Sometimes we don’t know the cure is right there in front of us.
Love the last line!
Thank you, Mish. 🙂
Love the description as that of a gnat. Wonderful poem!
Thank you so much! 🙂