Poetry: Honey Jar

HONEY JAR
He still calls me honey
that jar is long empty
few amber crystals 
cling to the inside
How long ’till the pet names stop
’till a new sweetener is found
Perhaps a Sweet n’ Low will find him
Maybe an Equal will catch his eye
He’ll bless the day High Fructose Corn Syrup
tap dances into his heart!
Honey he may call it
but honey it will never be
his appetite for sweets
sends him on consuming safaris
like a lion that roars in the streets
All are given a portion of true love
 how quickly he consumed his
cursing the empty jar
 redirecting the blame
Artificial sweeteners only bring 
to mind memories you can’t return
hunger pains for what cannot spoil
honey kisses that always satisfied

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Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is a published poet, currently working on a series of short stories. For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions.

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