Quadrille #146 I Live in Salt

A buoyant mind needs bags
to float in breathable atmosphere.
Thirsty for heights; damaged dirigibles roam,
but I live in salt–
bathed in for centuries,
mined in trace amounts
steering chemical barrels
through reason’s rapids.
Rocks fortifying a stony attitude,
although, not officially approved.

© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved


Artwork: Morton Salt Girl

D’Verse Poets Pub: De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) requested a savory poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word salt. Join us in some tasty brevity.

38 Comments

    1. Thank you, David. I wrote this one thinking, it makes perfect sense and it’s revelatory, but rereading it this morning, it seems more cryptic than I intended. Oh well, gonna keep grinding. 😂

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