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Post by Jarlsbane - Michael Ray Cotner on Aug 12, 2009 12:11:30 GMT -5
Forget the apple
when Eve was tempted in the garden at the Tree it wasn't a tree at all
it was a corn stalk
and Satan handed her corn on the cob
drenched and dripping in warm golden butter salted twice with a touch of pepper
'sink your teeth into the crisp plump kernels feel the buttery juice spray across your face let the salty-sweet fresh corn taste dance along your tongue then flow to the back of your palate pop! those delectable nuggets one by one between your incisors
young tender moist succulent
then slurp the juices from around your lips and mouth running your tongue in circles to catch every drop'
and from that very first bite man knew good and evil
intimate carnal delights flooding minds
imparted by the salty-sweet brine of hot roasted corn
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Post by LeoVictorBriones (poetremains) on Aug 12, 2009 15:41:51 GMT -5
Michael, This is a cool poem. Surprising and sarcastic in the same order. I like the simple, almost wondrous, way you narrate the story. I would drop the first line...forget the Apple...it is assumed...we all know Eve was metaphorically tempted by an Apple.
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Post by mfwilkie on Sept 12, 2009 10:54:01 GMT -5
Michael, Terrific draft. Thinking on a bit of tightening. Will be back.
Maggie
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Post by Ron Buck (halfshell) on Sept 24, 2009 12:15:58 GMT -5
definitely has wings. can it be tightened up... mebbe... it's one of those where if you delve into it might become better... or might not... since you are the player... it's your game. The transitions all line up but you could play with it more. I quess I like it well enough to want to muddle it up... and that just aint right.
tidings ron
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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 3, 2009 7:55:24 GMT -5
A bit of trim, Michael. Maggie
Forget the apple;
when Eve was tempted in the garden, at the Tree, it wasn't a tree at all;
it was a corn stalk
and Satan handed her corn on the cob
drenched in warm golden butter, salted twice with a touch of pepper .
'sink your teeth into the crisp plump kernels feel the buttery juice spray across your face let the salty-sweet fresh corn taste dance along your tongue then flow to the back of your palate
pop! those delectable nuggets one by one between your incisors
young tender moist succulent
then slurp the juices from around your lips and mouth running your tongue in circles to catch every drop'
and from that very first bite man knew good and evil
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Post by ramadevi on Oct 8, 2009 10:10:12 GMT -5
UH OH! This makes me hungry for hot buttered corn- LOL
Brilliant write---certainly has wings. I do not think tightening is mandatory, nor do I think it a bad idea. Either way, this is superb.
I am not yet fully convinced, but i think Leo has a good point about the apple being obvious when you mention Eve. Maybe I'd agree to remove that first line---
Either way--Bravo and kudos.
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