I would never add salt
to my french fries
some thought i was strange
i prefer warm butter
on my popcorn making
my fingers shiny
I try my best not to add
salt to another's wounds
for I know the sting
of its touch
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #146: Let's Get Salty
I like the progression of this, Arcadia...from food to food for thought.
ReplyDeleteI echo De's comment. I was thinking something similar, but De said it better than I could. :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Salt in a wound stings... as does leamon juice!
ReplyDeleteWhen our two cents is salt in another's wound it is not helpful or healing!
A great salty quadrille!
ReplyDeletea salty truth. salt in a wound does not help it heal but your words will.
ReplyDeleteI agree! :)
DeleteA beautifully sensitive poem: only a cruel person would seek to rub salt in the wounds of another!
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely a "thinking" poem, Arcadia - beautifully written.
ReplyDelete-David [ben Alexander]
Oooh...so nicely said Maria, softly told, and soothing..
ReplyDeleteI came Arcadia, I read, great work my friend — but I am not well. Be back soon.
ReplyDeleteWishing you a speedy recovery.
DeleteA nice progression, and so well said to consider others.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...from personal food preference to human behaviour.
ReplyDeleteI love what you write, but I like salt with my fries.
ReplyDeleteI love the progression of this, Arcadia.
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