Megan Ayscue

Rookie (February 12,1987 / Raleigh)

The Ever Lasting Remnant - Poem by Megan Ayscue

On dusky shores, it flows onto the sand,
But not in a form you may understand.
Bound with water, twisting with waves,
It isn’t clearly visible, and it never seems to behave.

It burns your skin, it hurts your eyes,
It gets into cuts and scrapes and never dies.
On your tables, in your food,
No one ever ever expects it could be lude.

It hits your tongue and goes bang,
Full of bitter flavor and taste, some sang.
Flavored full and bright, a beautiful taste,
Like an explosion of brilliance without much haste.

In your mouth like a burning splendor and whirling cape,
Never eat when you have a bloody scrape
On your cheek, on your gum,
Or on your lip, a favorite of some.

Reminds you of a sunny morning,
Or a blast of beauty without forlorning,
Some say it is bad for you,
But once you experience it you will never think anew.

On dusky shores, it flows onto the sand,
But not in a form you may understand.
Bound with water, twisting with waves,
It isn’t clearly visible, and it never, ever seems to behave.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006



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