Tuesday, March 1, 2011

SHE (r) BET

I used to love sherbet ice cream,
The tang of the orange
As it mixed and touched
The pineapple,
The raspberry.
That was when I was younger,
Carefree.
Now, the thought of
You...
Your feeling of control...
There is no mixing the three together.
No equilibrium, no control.
Silent combat; speaking truthfully;
Importance of an old friend.
The relationship broke down;
Effectiveness deteriorated.
Sherbet:
Restorative balm.
You bet.
SHE (r) BET


(Inspired by a passage from "The Art of Possibility" by Rosamund and Benjamin Zander --Page 149)
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13 comments:

  1. LeslieMarch 1, 2011 at 8:51 AM

    this is so sad! but i am continually intrigued by the way one prompt brings forth so many interpretations...

    ...and thanks for your kind comment over at my place.

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  2. Brian MillerMarch 1, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    nice...love the flow of thought from the memory forward...very nice...

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  3. LouiseMarch 1, 2011 at 12:09 PM

    'Silent combat; speaking truthfully;' careful sharp words, you examine a scary truth. Well done on your take of the prompt.

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  4. SuzMarch 1, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    wow this was good
    very striking in its emotion
    I loved the way sherberts mixed so well
    in the bottom of my cone
    But now you are older....I know this too

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  5. Tess KincaidMarch 2, 2011 at 6:00 AM

    Wonderful play on words. Nice one, Teri.

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  6. TrellissimoMarch 2, 2011 at 7:48 AM

    This tingles on the tongue, and no mistake...

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  7. HelenMarch 2, 2011 at 1:35 PM

    ... and I BET everyone is going to love this Magpie!

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  8. Kathe W.March 2, 2011 at 2:21 PM

    whew ....well done!

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  9. Tumblewords:March 2, 2011 at 8:24 PM

    Intriguing and poignant piece. Wonderful read!

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  10. farmladyMarch 2, 2011 at 10:11 PM

    "A poem should not mean but be."
    The reality of a relationship is that its effectiveness does start at some point to deteriorate. Then when it melts (as sherbet does) it isn't what it was... it becomes something else. Once this happens the relationship either changes or dies.
    I have been there. This poem could be unbearably sad or amazingly restorative.

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  11. ReflectionsMarch 3, 2011 at 9:13 PM

    Wonderful play here... depth, longing of memories... the flavors, the mixing... all up to the control, and unmixing of flavors. Well done.

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  12. AnonymousMarch 7, 2011 at 5:41 PM

    magical word play..

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  13. AnonymousMarch 7, 2011 at 5:41 PM

    Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

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