I'm not sure I fathom the self control needed to eat only one piece of chocolate a day, but this poem almost makes me want to do so. The precision and delicacy of the line breaks feels like a perfect form that echoes the speaker's deliberate and patient savoring of the ritual of the chocolate. What a delight.
Thank you, Melanie. This poem and I played for lots of hours before she developed her current form. Is it final? Who knows! We both seem to love to play!
Oh, I love this! I can taste the chocolate, which gives me a lot of pleasure.
Chocolate certainly does that, LeeAnn! Thanks for being here.
I'm not sure I fathom the self control needed to eat only one piece of chocolate a day, but this poem almost makes me want to do so. The precision and delicacy of the line breaks feels like a perfect form that echoes the speaker's deliberate and patient savoring of the ritual of the chocolate. What a delight.
I especially like:
"protected by peas
and edamame"
and
"the cooled
jeweled box."
Thank you, Melanie. This poem and I played for lots of hours before she developed her current form. Is it final? Who knows! We both seem to love to play!
Everything about this is perfection. You had me at chocolate.
Love love love this!
Hooray! I am so glad. It's been in my revision queue for a bit and I decided to give it another once-over and set it free!
The transition is where the enjoyment begins.
Delicious 🤎
Thank you, Ann. I've been fiddling with this one for a while! Actual chocolate never sits around, half-consumed, as long as this piece did!