Sugar on My Tongue

Sappho wrote that words

We leave unspoken

Will be wept

If this is true

Soliloquies must rest like

Sugar undissolved on my tongue


I am grateful for the increasing days

The sun comes out

But melancholy is still

An aquamarine tide

That can wash over me


Flooding my banks

Piercing my sea walls

Reminding me

Of how deeply human I am

And of the delicacy

The fragility

Of this woman’s heart


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved



  1. The timing of this poem was perfect for me. I have a lot of good days, but yesterday was not one of them, and the heaviness from yesterday lingers in my heart this morning. Was it the conflict itself that hurt me? Or the painful reminder that I am human?


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