Sour Kitchen Poem by Esma Guney
Sour Kitchen
a riddle I speak
a deathly one
a blissful maiden I am
you might think
gobbled up by a riddle
a noisy one
full of images
whined up
against the tides of wars
the clashes of the sweet and sour
the ticking clock
the extra hour that was not yet lived
and yet a riddle I speak
though my expectations
a word is what it is
I am no Stein
nor am I blissful
for one sure thing
I am
the expected
a human in pain
a noisy one full of images whined up against the tides of wars the clashes of the sweet and sour.........a human in pain.. very expressive of the emotions inside. very nice poem. thank you very much. tony
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7/29/2025 10:53:11 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful piece.keep up