Lemon Grass
by IcicleIcicle (Member) - published: December 28, 2007
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I guess I never thought
He would wander
Down that dying road
In search of
Lemon grass

Freshly sown
For use
To be dried
Or powdered

And stored forever
In his citrus tank

A prison cell
Where apples never ripen
Or rotten to the core

Yes, some Lemon grass
Is just what he needs
To not feel so lonely

And all I can hope
Is that he has learned
What it means to have a friend

A silky head growing
In a barren wasteland
Or some barbed wire
Growing around that cell

Whatever reason he’s gone
Searching
For that Lemon grass

May it provide him
All the nutrition he needs

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"If you get a feeling next time you see me
Do me a favor and let me know
'Cos it's hard to tell
It's hard to say
Oh well, okay"
Elliott Smith

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The following comments are for "Lemon Grass"
by IcicleIcicle

Lemon grass
First thing I thought of in reading this is she broke up with him and wishes him well.

Then I thought you were just wishing well a friend who has moved away.

A third possibility could be a fallout with a friend.

Either way, it is a beautiful sentiment. I love the unripened apples or rotten to the core. No in between to ruin the effect. Not sure which of my theories it applies to but it is a nice image.

Parts of it made me think of postcards.

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: December 29, 2007 )

powerful
this is a well put-together poem, coherent and cohesive... it moves with an elegiac pace, the images sparingly but selectively chosen, evoking a quiet but powerful feeling of emotional stoicism and resignation and acceptance…

there is a sadness here, but there’s strength too… a knowing quality, one who understands that sometimes the ones we love have to make their own mistakes… or at least that’s my too-much-coffeed take…

a pleasure to read you again, your poetry goes from strength to strength.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: December 29, 2007 )

thanx
yes desvelado you thought correctly the first time! haha
LOL postcards...thats interesting

and the apples are in reference to me...cause well my name means wisdom..so i tend to bring up the image of an apple in association with the tree of knowledge...its pretty simple really

and thank you Auld, you can always explain my writing better than i can :)
i know i havent written in a while..ive been extremely busy...but ill be starting again now that my days are slowing down

( Posted by: IcicleIcicle [Member] On: December 30, 2007 )

Lemon Grass
I'm sorry to be so dumb, but what is lemon grass? Just something he thinks better down the road? I know what everyone says, "poetry doesn't have to mean, it just has to be." But I want to know what lemon grass is darn it. By the way I love your poetry. "Annabelle's Rain Boots" is still my favorite, it really captured my heart, to this day. But if all your men go looking for "lemon grass", how you ever gonna get Annabelle? Robert.

( Posted by: robnjop [Member] On: December 30, 2007 )

Robnjop
lol WELL this is really ridiculous but
theres a girl named Lemon...her parents named her that
and shes literally down that "dying" road...or was...who knows
but i figured id place her as the desired object..and since her name was so unique ...i was able to do a lot with it
i have a very active imagination ....and well i'd only like to imagine that he is with Lemon....cause i like her name and what i was able to write with it

i hope i didnt confuse you more

( Posted by: IcicleIcicle [Member] On: December 30, 2007 )

,,,
"A prison cell
Where apples never ripen
Or rotten to the core"

I also seem to associate the color green with prison cells in my work. Dunno why. Well anyways good write!

( Posted by: Paradox [Member] On: January 2, 2008 )

Late to the call
Been absent a while, but I liked the title. Instantly I thought of the lemon grass as a metaphore for that little something that is unreachable, but something he still needs.

The lemon grass makes it all worth the effort, like the "spice of life", but much more poetic.

Nice job
BW

( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: March 29, 2008 )

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