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    dots Submission Name: The Taste of Lovedots

    Author: JanePlane
    ASL Info:    125/F/everyplane
    Elite Ratio:    6.77 - 417/433/131
    Words: 98
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsThe Taste of Lovedots

    I sometimes call myself Ginger.
    But I know I'm Cardamom.

    Who is she?
    I wish that I knew;
    I don't recall a plunge or a leap
    I only remember being embraced by the warm earth
    Then watching myself leave and blossom
    Holding out my heart but clutching it tight
    In white but blood stained hands

    What am I now
    I might never know
    Will you pluck my pods?
    How will that feel?
    I can't say if I'll wilt beneath your touch
    Or if I'll thrive
    If I'll sweeten the pot
    Or spice it up.

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      Cute pun with cardamom.
    I always liked Maryann best
    but Ginger had her moments.

    I like the bloodstain in this one.

    Moreover the idea of plucking your pods
    gives me a wicked feeling deep
    | Posted on 2011-09-30 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]
      A great succinct little poem. I too loved the concept and I started thinking about the different ways love goes: how sometimes slow cooked so that the flavors coalesce, how sometimes seared so that you get that immediate burst of it.

    yes...this is lovely. Playful and provocative. Enjoyed.

    I do wonder about this line here: Holding out my heard but clutching it tight

    mainly to avoid using two 'buts' in such close proximity. I might suggest:

    Holding out yet clutching my heart tight
    In white but blood stained hands

    but, anyway, maybe just play around with it.

    | Posted on 2010-02-08 00:00:00 | by Lady of Shalott | [ Reply to This ]
      This idea that you are who you are, what you are but what will you be when someone touches you, makes me feel good. Your writing is a pleasure.
    | Posted on 2010-01-16 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ]
      It gets a thumbs up from me. I loved the concept, the taste of love, how does it reveal itself? Yes this has layers.

    good post and I have no gripes.

    | Posted on 2010-01-02 00:00:00 | by Raphael | [ Reply to This ]

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