Ambrosia~

~are we that sweet o' gods of old?~

Killing me

softly

sunny side up

yolk drips

from the corner of your toast

vanilla ice cream

white cloud spread

in espresso sky

I pour my muse into the sea

for the shores of Crete

scrambled

molten reverie

killing me

softly

with his wrongs

coddled

figments

of our own machinations

our mystifying mortality

ambrosia

for gods;

if I slip behind the curtain

during Act II

will you jump the stage

with me

into our own banquet

by the shores

of a parallel Crete

far away  

from another dreadful play

with another dreadful ending?

 

 

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Author's Note

~sometimes happenstance tastes so contrived from the periphery of reason~I wonder if we are but sweet sips of playthings for ancient gods~ "Move her there, move him there. This is going to be divinely tragic! Make some popcorn, Athena! Get beer Aphrodite!"
just on of a million lightspeed thoughts of my wandering mind~

Reviews

[dovetailer]

who doesn't wish to slip our skin...go to another place...a parallel universe...
where we can spectate us here eating stale popcorn and watered down beer...
no frustration pain, disappointment. Of course...we assume it is better there than where we are...what if it's worse?
I think we are just pawns in a godly game of chess.where we have to prove our mettle by the moves we make...it is within our power to dominate...to have our opponent in a strangle hold...but we weary as we strive and worry of the outcome...
one only has to read about the trials of Job to understand the game at play...an opponent who only want to see us fall and a mentor who helps us take the blows and persevere...
I'd like to think our friend beyond is not as bellicose as we might fear...more compassionate than anyone we've known, and the source for all the beautiful words that pour out from you sentient heart onto the page...
I love your thoughts and your musings...
Life is the scenery on the way to our destination...

[FireWoman]

The Gods smoking hookahs & using human chess pieces. HAHAHAHA! I want a turn!

[MuSe Ampoule]

Great write! Loved it!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Killing me softly with his wrongs... clever play on words going on here! I love the introductory lines... and then the wonderful path you lead us down. TFS

[Dream Weaver]

We are merely play things, maybe not to mythological gods but more so to
ourselves. We create our own ambrosia and dine on it with gluttonious voracity..
Just saying ;-)

[Robin]

can our imaginations overpower the the machinations , let's find out

[luciddreamer]

Oh dear Selene, I have had this same thought so many times, you have no idea....what an enchanting write on the subject :)

[Brad]

yes, actually we are little barbie dolls for the galactic hierchy, i pissed them off though...i took my implant out...hahaha...
rich like maple syrup, and i noticed a few shout outs there to a couple 70's artists...or was that the fugees?

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

I used to always wonder if I was in the wrong play but now I've gotten used to the one I'm in.