Artichoke Truth Poem by Gary Witt
Artichoke Truth
Longing for truth that saturates;
That soaks the skin, that clings and clutches—
Soothes, and will not release,
Absent ecstatic surrender.
Finding artichoke truth that opens
Leathery, leaf by leaf, its heart
Hidden-soft, and revealed only
After studied, patient effort.
To draw the butter, now;
And soon to dip the leaf.
Mmmmm I do like artichokes, or even Arty Jokes dear Gary! but I do love the anticipation! So nightnig g, isn't you then? lol it was the g that threw me. Your poem has a beautifully delicate and sensual feeling running through it. For a man, it's all about possession. Smiling at you Tai
ooooh Gary, you're making me hungry, all that talk of butter and dipping artichoke leaves, yum but it's a serious poem too....oh yes I know and I liked it for that.... Ruthy
beautiful, Gary.....thanks for this delicious poem....says much...each carefully chosen word a joy to read.... Cheers, D.
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Sensual poem, Witt. You command respect for the artichoke in a delicate, delicious way. best care xx goldy