Cinnamon…promise...warning
by Penelope Olive
Its je ne sais quoi…
holds foreign land promise,
in a golden dash;
transports the senses
to Ceylon,
and beyond,
without movement
on your part
Its je ne sais quoi…
holds foreign land promise,
in a golden dash;
transports the senses
to Ceylon,
and beyond,
without movement
on your part
And yet…
Its essence – science –
dash violent warning!
In a soft puffing,
sending waves of wheeze!
Hospital?!
Gasps for breath!
Flailing, reaching,
on your part.
Here’s the crux…
its soft light scent…
is…
not to be breathed.
Its essence – science –
dash violent warning!
In a soft puffing,
sending waves of wheeze!
Hospital?!
Gasps for breath!
Flailing, reaching,
on your part.
Here’s the crux…
its soft light scent…
is…
not to be breathed.
Poem 6 2025 NaPoWriMo
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