I can live without a man. I can.
Sticks and stone relationships
were much of what I knew
such meaty clench and marrow’s succulence
as if the taste would stay fresh
forever
until one day, I was the tooth
that struck a bone dry end.
I have been gnawing desert-dry
petrified stone
that has no flavor
like that I remember
when juices ran.
Author notes
Prompt: Title - The Taste Of Man
In a list
A contest entry
- Just another contest by Randomly Beautiful.
1000 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I was the tooth
that struck a bone dry end.
Very nice entry. Thank you so much.
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"I have been gnawing desert-dry
petrified stone
that has no flavor
like that I remember
when juices ran."
...Sighhh
I feel the sorrow to my marrow, m'Lady.
~ Nicky♥
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