Poems About Bittersweet by New Members
#bittersweet
Pork-Adjacent (Piggin' on a Sunday Afternoon)
He opens and closes his hammy fist with a revolting inelegance
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless
The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless
The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...
#frustration
#bittersweet
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Pork-Adjacent (Piggin' on a Sunday Afternoon)
He opens and closes his hammy fist with a revolting inelegance
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless
The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless
The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...
#frustration
#bittersweet
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