free verse, Poetry, Small Poems

Yay! Double digits – 10 poems in 🙂

I think what I’ve gotten out of NaNoWriMo is realising that not all poems need to have a deep meaning behind them, and you can just write a poem for the sake of writing a poem. So, with that in mind, I chose to write this poem about how my taste in food has changed since I was a kid.

If it's true,
that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body,
it would explain why it has held me back for so long,
it's come slithering out my mouth,
down across my body,
flopped onto the floor,
flexed biceps and all,
stood in front of me and said:
You swore you'd never go there,
through that door,
we don't like to eat that
This isn't a play,
we haven't changed Acts,
this is no time to delay,
go and eat all those snacks."
(somehow managing to talk without my tongue)
I say
press my foot down
on this pink squishy mess
and walk forward
to a food-haven
of garden cress.

This was written as part of National Novel Writing Month 2017 [Day 16, Poem #10]

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