Carol Mitra Poet Rhyme

Salt

I am the balance of the earth
In seas and oceans you taste my strength
Yet I am weak and quickly melt condensed
Between salty tears and mans fears
On sweaty brows that climb up stairs
I am down to earth and have no airs
I am pain when added to a wound
I come in lumps or in grains
And even run through your veins.
A mound a dash or even a sprinkle
I can liven up what you eat with a twinkle
I have the ability to rule or ruin
I am completely at your command
I am easily managed and in demand.
I stand apart from my sister sugar sweet.
And act as a preservative for your meat. 

23.2.2021
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco.

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Caren Krutsinger March 21, 2021 at 1:09 AM Congratulations Carol. You are wracking the trophies up, and no wonder! "I am down to earth and have no airs" Wow! Carol Mitra March 21, 2021 at 2:56 AM Salt has no airs....whatsoever, thanks Caren...much love :)

Eve Roper March 10, 2021 at 9:51 PM Congratulations on your win, Carol. <3 Eve Carol Mitra March 10, 2021 at 10:11 PM Thanks dear Eve....much love :)

Brian Sambourne March 6, 2021 at 9:17 PM This a winner in so many ways. You've beautifully noted the complexity of salt in your fine, thoughtful poem. Best wishes, Brian Carol Mitra March 6, 2021 at 10:37 PM Yes brain an important addition to our lives....Thanks :)