poetryacute. Heart (small, raw plunged in black barely pumping—) break. © Nancy Botta 2018 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Standard
Wonderful! It’s like seeing something infinitely infinite and still to us it’s like a star – acute! My wonder equation… Heart (Infinite becomes zero, Zero becomes infinite…) Break LikeLiked by 1 person October 24, 2018 at 2:08 am Reply
Your title fascinates me, since honey doesn’t rust! In fact, they found edible honey in King Tut’s tomb. I’m curious about your intended nuance. LikeLiked by 1 person October 24, 2018 at 6:42 pm Reply
I like the contradictory idea of rusted honey, and I felt it embodied my writing style and content; sweet images tinged with a bit of degradation. LikeLiked by 1 person October 24, 2018 at 9:26 pm Reply
I knew there was an interesting answer! Thank you. LikeLiked by 1 person October 24, 2018 at 11:15 pm
Hard to recover from those. Sharp and precise. I like this one a lot, Nancy! LikeLiked by 1 person October 28, 2018 at 6:41 pm Reply
Rusted Honey 
Wonderful!
It’s like seeing something infinitely infinite and still to us it’s like a star – acute!
My wonder equation…
Heart
(Infinite becomes zero,
Zero becomes infinite…)
Break
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OUCH.
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Your title fascinates me, since honey doesn’t rust! In fact, they found edible honey in King Tut’s tomb. I’m curious about your intended nuance.
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I like the contradictory idea of rusted honey, and I felt it embodied my writing style and content; sweet images tinged with a bit of degradation.
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I knew there was an interesting answer! Thank you.
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Hard to recover from those. Sharp and precise. I like this one a lot, Nancy!
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