Because sometimes a few favorite
foods can be a pain in the neck … or the head … or the …
A feud with food
Sensations dark the palate draws,
So tantalizing, yet to harm.
Oh, tempting taste buds, eager jaws,
How do you work your lethal charm?
While morning dawns, without just cause,
Each ray of sun brings red alarm.
Beyond the borders of good sense,
Do I delight in foods taboo.
Off-limits, illness to commence,
For all the pains they put me through.
Rebelling at my own expense,
Go gobble, and it’s déjà vu.
My head does pound, as triggers fire.
Yow, now my vision, it may flash.
While I still struggle to respire,
Engaging neurons wildly clash.
Guns loaded, how things go haywire.
Still of my will I taste such trash.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
31 Days
of Poetry and Writing: Write about some truth which suddenly became crystal
clear to you. (25)
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Five-Minute Friday: "eat"
OctPoWriMo: “red” – with “dark,” “tantalizing,” “sensations,” “tempting,” and “taste buds” – HARRISHAM RHYME (25)
Five-Minute Friday: "eat"
OctPoWriMo: “red” – with “dark,” “tantalizing,” “sensations,” “tempting,” and “taste buds” – HARRISHAM RHYME (25)
Write
31 Days Challenge: When is a time that you have been super excited about
something? (25)
#OctPoWriMo
Image/s:
Reclining Lady with a Fan
by Eleuterio Pagliani
1876
Vintage/public domain
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.
Ah, me thinks you are so right, and yet I indulge and suffer. Im next door to you at FMF.
ReplyDeleteI've been there before. I used to say I was "allergic" to vegetables, because they would send my stomach into spasms. It's hard to think of some foods as poison because your body doesn't like them.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem.
Hugs,
Melinda (#34 at FMF)
BuuuurP!
ReplyDelete"Excuse me, but that was a good poem!"