A mutiny upon my tongue
Has left me paralyzed and stunned
Did I bite down but remain numb
Or has my palate’s play been run
and
Did I taste my world enough?
-a.r.
Painting: Preparing the Feast by Petrus van Schendel
~ by April on December 8, 2015.
Posted in Body, Death, Food, Food & Wine, God, Humanity, Loss, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Body, Feast, Finite, Finitude, Guilt, Impermanence, Poetry, Tongue
Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
jinxx✨xoxo
Thank you, as always. 😘
Excellent!
Thank you very much
Taste more of other things.
Are you baiting me, Mr. RD? And who says I haven’t. 🤐😊
Never, sweet April. Perhaps you have.
I would be disappointed it was not me.