Wednesday, November 17



lay back on the marshmallow mat
now a cushion separate from skin
speaks the language of spine.
Melt into the white mound
become the crust to this
Marshmallow Earth.

Stretching S's into child-drawn hilltops
both backbone and body
become one with white

Sinking softly into itself
marble in thick syrup.
Displacing walls of comfort
calling to them from human lips
to slow waves of mushy mallow
soft and supportive.
Then a call from unknown
clouding the comfort
with claustrophobic fears
HumanMarshmallow of Light
engulfed by darkness.

Fear of darkness
weight of fear
pushing away the comfort
a way of belonging
in the contours of your own spine.

LyndiaP November 17, 2010 (PoemADay 17 of 30)


  1. Dear Lyndia

    Great imagery.. and perfect words.. thanks for sharing... I liked it so much...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  2. I must say your blog makes me hungry;P nice and imaginative poem...

  3. cute and delicious!

  4. What interesting imagery! And the way it goes from sweet to scary is really intriguing.

  5. Thanks for the feedback! I'm always appreciative of your kind words & insight! Also glad to hear I'm not the only one with a sweet tooth :)

    TALON: I like the way you summarized it "sweet to scary" - thanks!

  6. I've never thought of humans as marshmellows before, but I'm going to spend the rest of the day contemplating this wonderful thought. Honestly, after my first few readings, I don't really understand the poem. The emotions are all over the place. The language is vivid but you use antagonisitic choices throughout. Maybe it is just me, and I just don't understand yet.