|
the fridge
by Uriel Tovartomorrow is another lie
left fresh in a zip lock bag
along side the cold hard carrot sticks.
you took a bite out of one the other day
and left it empty
along side my apple core heart. 01/11/2006 Posted on 01/12/2006
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 01/12/06 at 06:28 AM Do you ever tired of being left with a core as they are done? Oh well. Just thinking and reading. Good work man. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/12/06 at 07:38 PM Uriel, wonderful, but sad analogy. Sometimes it's just the pits that are left, even the core is destroyed. You've expressed this sadness in a way that ties it with the barest suggestion of overindulgence for a solution.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 01/12/06 at 07:57 PM I love this carrot-apple sigh. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/13/06 at 05:26 AM Yup...we are all on ice. End up that way, too. Enjoyed this. Nice write. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/17/06 at 05:47 PM x'lent and very biting! I like this very much! how did you build such suspense in this briefness? :) |
|
