"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Sugar
I was born to the land of sugar canes
Sap of fresh harvest is perfume in the air
Spooning treats of sweet yams & coconut
milk were rituals of comfort, joys on rain-
dreary days, I would rather pass the soup,
go for candied fruits, fruit tarts, bowls of ice-
cream. My tongue twisting to the searing rush
My toes curling in, content as sleeping cat
But the sugary madness kept dark secrets
Adding heft, raising risk of diabetes,
cancer, cavities.. list is blast of winter ice
No more, I have since reduced, cut down, faced
Away, as if it was a lover spurned
Repulsing the sweet kiss, that I once craved
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Confessional Poetry, hosted by Anmol (alias HA).
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A glimpse of the tropics. Very vivid.
ReplyDeleteLove the stellar closing to this poem, Grace!❤️
ReplyDeleteSugar is a sinful... and in some ways this could also be a metaphor for other temptations of life.
ReplyDeleteYes, so it is. Thanks Bjorn.
DeleteIn the South, all embraces are called "sugar". I ask for it all the time. Sugar is called the "white death", and it probably is. Yet I have not curbed my sweet tooth as well as you have.
ReplyDeleteAh, sugar. It all seemed so innocent, and then...a great metaphor for growing up.
ReplyDeleteSugar sure isn't as grand as it can taste
ReplyDeleteYou painted such a tempting scene, I moaned at the need to let it all go. Sugar is such an addiction.
ReplyDeleteEven in spite of the dark secrets, its attraction is hard to defy.
ReplyDeleteA great poem Grace! The downside of sweets can be very destructive. I love the images of your childhood...it all sounded delicious! Glad you have turned toward a healthier lifestyle!
ReplyDeleteOh, what can better describe the forbidden fruit of desires than sugar?! I love the rhythm of your words as your bring to mind all those childhood treats in this sonnet. I love this bit:
ReplyDelete"My tongue twisting to the searing rush/My toes curling in, content as sleeping cat".
A beautifully crafted poem Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh, can't we all relate?
ReplyDeleteThat was funny. Great confession of a common vice. I've always said, if there was an all-loving all-powerful god, Cocaine would be a vitamin!
ReplyDeleteBoy do I understand this Gace! I am a "brittle" diabetic because I am absolutely addicted to sugar. Thank you for sharing this! :-)
ReplyDeleteWe all have our (secret) sugar. (K)
ReplyDeleteNice last line about repulsing the sweet kiss.
ReplyDeleteWell turned and tuned sonnet about the sweet stuff -- the couplet turns us inward with the thought that there are more soulful souls than yearning. Healthier in the long run, at least ...
ReplyDeleteI feel this, deeply. Addicted. Deprived. There are only two modes, for me.
ReplyDeletesugar sugar my dear friend, i understand....... look after yourself
ReplyDeleteLove this poem and so relate to it. Now I am retired it is difficult to ignore, push it away and not indulge. ;)
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