Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Love As Nausea

This week's words by Thom at 3 Word Wednesday: click here
Cherish, guarantee, nausea

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Love As Nausea

I know I promised.
Cherish you, that's what you asked
of me as if you
had the holy right
to ask a true guarantee
standing like oak trees
year after year, dry
dusty green with mistletoe
high up in branches.

I drank your strange tea
steeped with unknowns. Odd half truths
like gunpowder pills
revealed gobs of goo
hidden within their thin shells.
Now I must vomit.

written September 28, 2011 5:08 AM

Author's note: this is a story and does not point fingers at your or anyone else, okay?


  1. Didn't think you were pointing fingers at all... Sounds like love gone wrong to me.

  2. the last line is quite appropriate...

    and i liked the way the whole poem worked.

  3. Harlequin, I had that discussion with a poet friend not long ago, and we decided there really isn't anything that can't fit in some poem, though I admit the nausea idea might be a bit rough.

    Andy, I think sometimes about what might be rolled up in gunpowder tea. That doesn't bear up in too much perusal. :D But after spending years watching a good scratch cook's way in the kitchen and also the actually intense cleanliness disciplines in an industrial bakery, my fussiness has ebbed away.

    Hmmm, that might be extended time on the planet too.

  4. why is it that we make promises/demand promises, in love? don't we know while we are doing it it is a ruse? and yet we do it. are we so weak? yes, i think we are so weak.

    why can't we be braver?


  5. well done.It speaks of love done wrong.


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