I can only write when the flavour hits me 

The stench 

The fragrance 

Of thier mingling 

Of creative impulse 

Of empathy 

What else can I do 

But write what moves me to what I wrote?

And some will say when will the old flavour come back? And some will say too much salt or too much sugar 

Or the sacrinne is too palpable 

Bit by bit 

key note by key note 

Ill strike that chord that will bring you back

Or maybe I won't. 



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crypticbard's picture

Good to hear it come from

Good to hear it come from others as well, manufactured flavours are quite a challenge to deal with but ones that are birthed and compels us are the authentic flavours that seek to break into poetic light. Let it shine bright!

here is poetry that doesn't always conform