Boiled

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Feb 2005 · 3 comments

For a while I was content to be the inviting valley below your mountain. Suddenly I found myself buried beneath your Vesuvian hot ash lies that left my heart to choke hanging from its' green blood stalk a greying, lifeless, never to bloom artichoke.

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[10] zodiac 22-Feb-05/6:21 AM Reply

its' should be its. Artichoke, what?

[9] edpeterson 22-Feb-05/7:04 AM Reply

the whole metaphor is a bit silly, and that is good.

and that rhyme at the end is funny, heart to choke

never to bloom artichoke. I like artichoke hearts in a nice oily pasta salad, virgin and salami, some garden fresh cherry tomatoes and buffalo mozzarella, fresh of course.

[9] Dovina 22-Feb-05/2:38 PM Reply

Boiled?
But weren't those days in the valley sweet. Until the eruption, the realization of lies. Still it was sweet. Volcanic ash'll do that to an artichoke, as lies to a heart, but hey, shake off that ash, bloom, a little grayly maybe.