You have added another dimension in describing scrupples. Sort of like damn if I don't and damn if I do. The white scum that forms on a batch of pickles needs to be removed to keep them from rotting.
I could not help but think about the danger in dryness versus the safety in pickling. LOL---that is probably because of all the fires lately in California being headline news while dryness definitely contributes to fire dangers.
Oh, yes, I'm off on a tangent and that's definitely not what you intended!!
You're a genius at use of metaphors and I could read poems like this one for hours just letting my mind roam through the words to its own fancy.
Very Nice Write
To me you are speaking of a Beautiful Relationship
You easilly show the reader even a perfect relationship has its flaws as nothing on this Earth is completely perfect
I liked the inclussion of nature to show how deep this relationship is to you
Excellent Job
Looking forward to reading more new writes from you
God Bless
Ron
I like this poem. The juxtaposition of the dryness and the pickles soaked in brine was interesting. I also liked how bark implies deceit - like a covering up of what lies underneath. A lot of poems can be sing-songy when they rhyme, but yours definitely strayed far from that. Again, I like it. Oh--and thank you for the welcome. :-)
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