I was a baby eating flowers
until soft fingers dug
the colour
from my mouth.
Mud-pies when I was two
but they pinched my cheeks
and yelled at me to
‘SPIT’
Dog food at five,
mmmm
no-one knew.
At ten I smoked grass from the rabbit cage,
rolled in newspaper,
so cool!
8 cigarettes in a row,
when I was 12
and threw up all night long.
I suck shells from the beach now,
the taste of salt,
I like it.
I taste everything.
If I am to be on Earth,
I feel
It is the least I can do.
Lovely images. 😎
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thanks x
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Love it. Really nice imagery.
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thankyou for stopping by, I appreciate your comment x
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This ends with such a note,,,I love it…
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yes, a bit of a statement there! happy day to you
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I smiled when I saw the photo in my timeline…I’m also writing about seashells today! Lovely image.
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I love the synchronicity’s of life, such profound personal and beautiful moments!
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I smiled when I saw the photo in my timeline. I’m writing about seashells today! Lovely image.
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But you are embodied and so beautifully connected!
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thank you! the taste of salt is so human like skin is human…so amazing being a human in this world thinking there is more…. when maybe we ARE The More.
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Of course we are the MORE!
We just fail to grasp and absorb the grain.
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think i will write a poem called The More…see if i can discover something!
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I am sure you will conquer!
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Looove your images! THANK YOU ! Sincerely Deborah
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oh! you are welcome! xx
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Oh my your parents must have been quite busy watching after you…a delightful poem.
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i think they gave up after awhile!
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Love this!
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Thankyou !! x
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Reblogged this on window to my soul and commented:
Add your thoughts here… (optional)
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Love the frolickin’ curiousity in you!
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haha yes, thank you!
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Sweet!, oh no I mean Salty! but of course you know I really mean sweet!
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sweet saltiness salty sweetness its all IT! xxx
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lol, You know it Talented one..:)
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ohhh YOU!
I wish there was a smiley icon for the fancy swipy hand movement that signals coy humility 😉
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lol, your description does more for me than a smiley ever could. hahahahaha,
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They said I ate worms when I was a kid. Yuck! This poems has a nice flow, great write.
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worms are staple diet for all children everywhere!
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🙂
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hahaha!!! love this one. the things kids do… their fearless curiosity is inspiring. 🙂
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it is! not that watching my children walking toward me with strange things gracing their lips makes me want to try what their having….but definitely inspires me to LAUGHTER sometimes!
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The least you can do is taste everything on earth. Good show, my dear, from inquisitive child to creative adult…
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Yes, it began as an oral fixation and ended as a philosophy! thank you x
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I remember eating the heads off burnt matchbook matches that I found in the grass at an outdoor concert….they were salty. How old was I? I remember my daughter twenty years ago picking up worms in the driveway after a rainstorm…and kissing them.
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GOD that is beautiful
Kissing worms…
I love burnt matches too though i tried to eat one the other day and felt sick 😦
hehe some things taste much better when you are a kid!
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Ha! Be careful! It is interesting to be one with stuff–but some things are toxic. I remember once almost poisoning myself by accident with an herb I was taking medicinally–awful! Very clever poem. K.
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thanks! my friend took some herbs he thought would help him lose weight and he ended up with diarrhoea and erectile disfunction!
i agree….taste life metaphorically for better health!
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i love this poem! full of the curiosity of life. it reminds me of the mystics. I also thought a little of whitman when i was reading it. beautiful. Oh and thanks for stopping by.
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that’s ok, I AM curious 🙂
I love Rumi…is he a mystic? Whitman you say….curious…. must go re-familiarise myself with his work x
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I believe Rumi would be considered a mystic. Google The Summer Day by Mary Oliver. I think you would like it. She was an early 20th century mystic
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Thankyou very much for your suggestions, I will definitely look into both those poems with pleasure xxx
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“Song of myself” by whitman is a good place to start =)
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You did all that for real? Amazing! It’s surprising you didn’t drop dead. Smiles! Life is worth exploring, you are not alone in tasting everything! Lovely post. Should have a label bearing in bold letters “KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN”
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funny! I think I tasted rather MORE than I revealed, or even remember! so LUCKY
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its a heartwarming poem, reminded me of my younger brother. he used to stuff everything in his mouth as a baby,
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lol I had one of those…such a chubby little checker too!
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Forgive my ignorance, but did you write this? Because I really like it!
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yep! everything on here i write paint or photograph myself, thanks for liking xx
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This tastes delicious! ~ Lily
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thanks Lily
x
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Love it!
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thanks!
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You’re welcome. I look forward to reading more of your writing. Thank you for having the bravery to share it with the world.
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the least 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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I take it that you’re an adventurous soul by nature. I grew up as the kid going, “You’re putting WHAT in your mouth?”
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haha! I had friends that were way more adventurous than me!
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