Nette Onclaud Poet Free verse

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Blue Cheese And Old Pickles Contest of Craig Cornish...dated 20 Mar 25

Dips Of Appetizers

I roam on an alley in stillness
My heels barely scratching the ground
As I recall your mouth sampling
Camembert and tang of pickles,
And weekends thereafter, same same
Dose of appetizers; laughter dripping
From your replayed stories...the taste
of cocktails, your skin just as intense.

Like so, spring arrives with the madness
of fleeting twilight....your  dulcet breath  
vicious and abrupt that my heart asks
for owned affection,for gentle walks
in the park:   From a mantle of stars
my hands quiver from aloneness--
because there is no longer an ardor  
transporting us to unlimited fermented dips;
The flavor of cheese and pickled cucumber
turns into vinegar-- rancid, sour,  ferocious:

Yet, in  finely-spun of mornings, I miss the chase.

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Ink Empress April 4, 2025 at 12:18 PM Back with congrats on your top placement in craigsz contest! Well deserved

Len Gasun April 3, 2025 at 8:21 AM Congratulations on your well-deserved first place win and this stellar write my dearest poet friend and sis! Thanks for sharing! Blessings to you always and your poetry. Hugs

Kim Rodrigues April 3, 2025 at 5:31 AM Lost love! Congratulations on first place, Nette!

thriveni c mysore April 3, 2025 at 4:01 AM haha,Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!

Suzette Richards April 3, 2025 at 1:51 AM I love the way you juxtaposed the development of the initial heady feelings with the eventual outcome of the 'romantic' encounter, Nette. Congrats on your 1st place win.

Sotto Poet April 1, 2025 at 5:35 PM This insightful poetry delves into the psychological reaction to the persistent recollections of a previous relationship. It dwells on the various senses (flavor, grasp, aroma) connected with passionate encounters, exhibiting how little pleasures, such as "sampling Camembert and the tang of pickles," take on deeper significance and emotion following the breakdown of the connection. Congratulations on your well-deserved contest win.

Duke Beaufort March 25, 2025 at 1:15 PM Nette, you mixed food and love in a seamless concoction. Fun to read, but makes us feel some sorrow for missing ardor. Of course, we know it takes a little effort to keep that going, but it's worth it. Smiles!!

Silent One March 22, 2025 at 8:42 AM A clever poem that explores the lingering memories of a past relationship and the emotional impact that such memories have on the speaker. It reflects on sensory details (taste, touch, smell) tied to moments spent with a lover, showing how these small experiences — like "sampling Camembert and the tang of pickles" — become imbued with meaning and emotion after the relationship ends.

Sara Kendrick March 22, 2025 at 5:22 AM Very creative work that you have penned in this contest entry. It reads like a nice contender for the contest. Way to go. Thanks for sharing. Sara K

Ink Empress March 22, 2025 at 4:30 AM Dear Nette, what a most deep and descriptive take on the prompt! I love how youv used the prompt and how well youv written this, in such a way that makes readers pause and think, the flow and soulful nature of your poem as well as creative wordplay along with the title, makes this definitely worthy of a top placement! Best wishes. Sending you light always

Maria Williams March 22, 2025 at 2:37 AM Dear Nette,your poem is beautifully melancholic, weaving nostalgia and longing with vivid sensory details. The contrast between the sweet past and the bitter present is striking, especially in how flavors evolve from indulgent to unbearable. Good luck in the contest...Hugs

CayCay Godwin March 21, 2025 at 9:35 PM How very Nette-unique. I read slow to savor and inhale each line. 2nd stanza, 4th line needs a space, wants a space and asked me to solicit a space on its behalf. When were you away from Soup? Same time, as me? I was concerned when you shared that and inferred something dramatic had happened to you, also. Ah, Nette - I pray you have found a way to realize your perfection once again, no matter what happened ... CayCay

Mystic Rose Rose March 21, 2025 at 7:30 PM a bittersweet poem that touches the heart Nette, memories of taste, alongside memories of love, well done :)

Paige Hind March 21, 2025 at 7:27 PM Amazing work, Nette. Wow. :) I love love the end.