I believed the legends of lemons
how they could be squeezed
of every citrus droplet
made into a nectar,
a glorious icy liquid,
the yellow flow of dream concoctions
with power to mystify
and give my ambition
for making sweet
what is curse as tart.
So I did all the faithful tricks
that I could conjure,
every deed that might
give my elixir such a satisfying blend,
convinced it was a path
would help me
rise from my soured existence,
which I endured in constant grimace.
But when I finished my creation,
doled it out in expectation
all I got is cringed reaction,
discovering to purge the ache of recoiled tastes
requires more than desire or plans,
for lemons are always lemons
they never stop producing flinches
until one finds the aid
from what was always sweet.
Author notes
prompt: wince
A contest entry
- Quickie - Word Prompt - Wince by ml12.
500 points, ended November 27, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This made me smile...a lot. I loved how well this flowed and how easy the ideas were to swallow. The tone was classy and the imagery was wonderfully done. Bravo!
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Lemon will always be lemon, tart to the taste that satisifies the longing to escape the sweetened essence. A cring and pucker does take more than desire to over come this recoil and establish a persistence for the sweet and sour mix that satisfies the right blend
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This is wonderful here and you really worked this prompt! Good luck in the contest 
discovering to purge the ache of recoiled tastes
requires more than desire or plans,
for lemons are always lemons
they never stop producing flinches
until one finds the aid
from what was always sweet.
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Great metaphor.
Enjoyed the read.
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