call me lucky
a fellow poet visits me


Lemon and Ginger

There she is
Carrying the jar of lemon and ginger
That I immediately need to go home
To taste.

After the lemon is gone
The ginger keeps you warm.

A colourful jam
Madame.
You know how to mix the flavours.

Intensity fades eventually
It's the constancy that counts

Jam is so synonymous
To my lemons
And my gingered moments.

How do we measure ginger?
It lacks exactness in its raw form.
Just like all us poets.
Are you holding a nutmeg grater?
Or should I look for the glue that
At some point or other imbues needed gardenias?

I might look at the news
If you will desiccate it for me

Can you imagine dry lemons or ginger?







Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-05-21 at 00:58

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Ginger seems to have so many uses, some quite mind boggling - but combined with lemon in tea I find enjoyable

Elle x
2008-05-21



When I read the title, I thought you had caught a cold. Luckily, though, you seem to be having much more fun than that!
2008-05-21


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
If I were to comment on this poem, I'd be sure to
do it most gingerly

Stan
2008-05-21