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).
Thanks for the visit.

21 comments:

  1. A glimpse of the tropics. Very vivid.

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  2. Love the stellar closing to this poem, Grace!❤️

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  3. Sugar is a sinful... and in some ways this could also be a metaphor for other temptations of life.

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  4. In 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.

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  5. Ah, sugar. It all seemed so innocent, and then...a great metaphor for growing up.

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  6. Sugar sure isn't as grand as it can taste

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  7. You painted such a tempting scene, I moaned at the need to let it all go. Sugar is such an addiction.

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  8. Even in spite of the dark secrets, its attraction is hard to defy.

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  9. A 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!

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  10. Oh, 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:
    "My tongue twisting to the searing rush/My toes curling in, content as sleeping cat".

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  11. That 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!

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  12. Boy do I understand this Gace! I am a "brittle" diabetic because I am absolutely addicted to sugar. Thank you for sharing this! :-)

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  13. We all have our (secret) sugar. (K)

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  14. Nice last line about repulsing the sweet kiss.

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  15. Well 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 ...

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  16. I feel this, deeply. Addicted. Deprived. There are only two modes, for me.

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  17. sugar sugar my dear friend, i understand....... look after yourself

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  18. Love 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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