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Sweet and Sour Pickles

There was a time when pleasure came on the tip of a tongue. When fear fled and the senses did indulge. Though visions dim and sound distorts, dismays… the tang of sweet and sour stay abides within the aged form in figureless grace. Released are we aged crones and cronies no longer the baited traps, the pollen for the laden prongs of progeny.

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  1. Date: 9/22/2012 2:32:00 PM
    Wonderful, I am wrong but is this a rhetorical question, a thought still without resolution in the writers mind, or one tossed up for us like a Hitchcock or O'Henry pseudo conclusion. I think you are sweeter now than then, more comfortable in your own skin, more forgiving of yourself, and mostly, able to taste with much more than the tip of your tongue. You say all of that here, as only you can---fantastic!

  1. Date: 9/20/2012 8:18:00 AM
    Tangy write! wonderful take on ageing Debbie.

  1. Date: 9/18/2012 11:31:00 AM
    Love this new perspective on growing older. Well formed poem.

  1. Date: 9/18/2012 10:51:00 AM
    Wow! I've to read it and read it ...and re-read it! ...and I love it every time! The last stanza ...sublime! I'm quite impressed with the effect of the alliteration... is full of meaning... "no longer"?? : ) ...never say never! The title is very suggestive! ; ) Im going to fav this one. Ruben.

  1. Date: 9/18/2012 8:49:00 AM
    lovely write, Debs - congrats on all your wins : ) and a very happy birthday for tomorrow xx - will try to think of something for the contest

  1. Date: 9/18/2012 8:22:00 AM
    Intriguing how you used "baited traps" to parallel the 'pollen'. An insightful poem into the crones and cronies. As for myself, I will sup from the nectar as long as I possibly can. I still absolutely enjoy the 'slavery' within the freedom of sensation far too much, to want to be released from it anytime soon.