Coughing Cinnamon

He’s sweet like cinnamon 

Just as bitter 

Hard to swallow 

Hold him in my mouth 

Choke him out 

The dust of the bark 

Too heavy to float to the top 

Sinking in my cup of tea

Drowning in my sorrows 

Apples 

And autumn 

Cinnamon too 

Baking in the oven 

Set at 300

Burnt 

Charred 

I nibble around the centre 

Just to be polite 

Far too late 

To tell you 

That I’ve never liked the taste 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Absolutely love cinnamon toast
Cinnamon in my home made apple pie too
And in blk tea
You did this poem well love the metaphor to cinnamon
Great work here enjoyed this a lot

[Richard🖌]

MMmmm,

Cinnamon toast with a hot mug of lapsang souchang tea is one of my favorites, but you're so right; dry, this piquant spice will make you cough and burn (metaphorically and literally) with a bitter taste from your romantically sad, lonesome heart and soul to your toes.
Cinnamon, like a lover, needs just the right amount of sugar to make it/him appealing to one's desire and hungered-for taste.
Excellent artwork choice of delicious cinnamon rolls to set the perfect mood, too. : )

I really enjoy how your mind works and flows in-between your creative wordplay … quite impactful; you really had your pen dancing … love it, Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Yashika]

Nicely written poem and intriguing title. Seems heartfelt.

[The Things She Noted]

Thank you so much! :)

[Delmar Cooper]

Well written. The thing about spice, eh? The thing about men. And women, and lovers; all just things, eh?

[The Things She Noted]

All just things indeed