Bitter Pills

Posted on August 2, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #512

Words: pill, writing, mask, glass, sample, save, still
       civil, bend, blend, call, follow


Save yourself
some trouble.
Blend some juices
in a tall glass,
and let her sample
flavors first.
Juice will mask 
the taste of
that huge, coated
pill–uncivilized if
you ask me–which
she still is unable
to swallow.  She bends
her head so far
back, we are afraid
a broken neck
will follow.  I am
enclosing a medical
article that was written
about aging women's 
throats.  Call me.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Bitter Pills

  1. lifelessons says:
    August 7, 2021 at 12:09 am

    Ha.. I love the contrast between our responses. I of course posted mine to the wrong Mr. Linky. Finally found the correct one.

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