Imagery worthy of Amy Lowell.
Nice poem, we just celebrated our weekly "Popcorn Friday," last night.I love popcorn, but especially air-popped, with about a 1/3 stick of real dairy, artery-clogging butter, melted and drizzled over, then liberally salted.2nd best for popcorn is, in my opinion, the classis movie-theatre-style popcorn; but it's harder to make like that at home (unless you buy one of those popcorn-machines-on-wheels-things and DIY).
Great poem! I love the imagery. I have too often grabbed hastily at hot popcorn and been burned. I'm sure that being burned by love hurts even more.
I am sure I commented on this poem... what happened to my comment? Perhaps it is lost... along with my marbles. Like the poem!
it's indeed such a nice poetry.
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