There's A Reason
Conformity Won’t Make
You Perfect.
Because It's A Secret.
And You Will Have...
***
No Hints.
That'll Be.
That’s Wrong.
-Gray Squirrel
06-18-2026
Moral confection
is like facial complexion
that changes
with exposure to weather
like it or not
we are our elements
sweetly pimpled
when saturated
dried and cracked
and pealing
for deprived of
right feeling
and creams and lotions
are only physical motions
getting us spiritually nowhere
a
bit of
this and a
bit of that and
soon I shall have a
chocolate confection
so rich that I shall dare to
depart on a rare excursion
to the modiste to buy a soigné
yet recherché feathered fascinator.
cranky child crying
confectionery caress ~
calm cuddles comfort
CONFECTION Laraine Kentridge Lasdon
Everything I am seems to belong to someone else
Everything I am seems to be someone else
Imagine a memory mirror
framed with pearlescent medallions
painted with miniature portraits of apples,
ginger toffee, and glutinous gummies.
Day and night the mirror reflects
blue-green fields or star-filled skies,
ferris wheels and carousels,
and a young girl
alone, insubstantial,
dressed in spun cotton candy,
sweet, hoping to be liked
in her fairy floss robe.
The glass shatters
my reflection, shifting light,
mirror image wounds,
blood flowing backwards.
I pull thin sharp shards
from the shattered glass
with my bare hands
rendering all semblance,
remembrance, unreliable.
I smile a satirical smile,
a baroque smile of a girl
of a girl who accepts stories
of familial gatherings, embraces
that were never for her.
Everything I am belongs to me
Everything I seem to be, I am
There is no mirror.
Sparkling Sunshine,
nature’s sweetest confection;
Deluxe pick me up.
Cook Minogue had created an elaborate confection
I heard that many connoisseurs lined up for inspection
One of the cooks was hauled away during the extrospection
Whispering was heard that included devious deception
The sweet meat created was rumored to be borderline perfection
It was said that Cook Minogue fainted during the ultimate inspection
I can neither confirm this story or render it mute with rejection
I was too busy watching the others, a thorough extrospection.
berries buried in chocolate ~
revelation of juicy red lips
2/9/2021
hot and sweltering
pink lemonade popsicles drip
lemon sweet drops
on crisp linen aprons
burning
with anticipation
cool sensations
satisfy deeply ~
Melting into my mouth
your kisses make me weak
leaving dots of cocoa
all along my cheek
Hugging me so tight
the wrap is my protection
I savor every moment
of you, my confection
Nuts in your head
and sugar in your eyes
a whipped cream smile
and 'I love you' with a bite
love is sugar and spice
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