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  Candy Corpse
by jude forese
Sunday, May 21, 2006
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Chewed up candy
Spread across a concrete floor

Spit out

Stepped upon

Dislodged from the sole of character
Discarded into a reasonless gutter

Once bitter sweet
Now a useless sticky corpse

Without form

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Reviewed by Chanti Niven 5/27/2006
Yes, I agree, this is an effective and striking metaphor. It will 'stick' with me. ;-)
Reviewed by Jo Janoski 5/25/2006
Love the metaphor!
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 5/23/2006
Candy Corpse coats the gut with refuse. The moral here, I think, is don't become dependent on someone else's saliva, because spit is a projectile that gums up the emotional carburator. Junkyards are full of what used to be a sweet ride!

Reviewed by Janet Bellinger 5/23/2006
I also will have to reread this several times before I can truly comprehend it. It makes me think of depression and how we twist what was sweet about ourselves into something bitter and discardable.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford 5/23/2006
It would seem by these words that sometimes it is best not to have a form if it removes the possibility of corruption. Yet these words also left me feeling sorry for the candy being stepped on and discarded. Sweet would be the "true" freedom we do not understand in our present perceptions; or perhaps we do since we are always striving for it. (Don't mind me, I'm into some pretty heavy thinking lately and therefore not posting much; just like to keep up to date with your writings :-).)
Reviewed by Dawn Richerson 5/23/2006
quite an emotional impact from such a short form. made me think immediately about who (and not just what) gets chewed up, spit out and stomped on in our society. great work, Jude.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 5/22/2006
This is deserving of much more than a single reading, my friend. Leaves the mind dizzy. Thank you, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 5/22/2006
Such a powerful and excellent metaphor Jude, outstanding!

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 5/22/2006
this is haiku-like in its implications. taking the mundane and finding the deeper meaning in it...a meditation upon the meaning of life itself. soul-kudos, poet.
Reviewed by Alex Nodopaka 5/22/2006
I'd rather see it tranformed into a positive outcome.

This is an astute observation transformed into an incorruptible fluid form.
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 5/22/2006
Another direct hit; no sugar-coating here, either in words or sentiment. You are good at these surgical sketches. I have to agree with Ronald, I would deem this "waste product" highly corruptible in its present form - in the sense of being malleable to whatever circumstance next hits it. And I like the interpretations of Sherry and Michelle, thinking about "human garbage" which is only so having been used and abused by the rest of us. Whatever "it" is, it seems that it has been stripped of its true value and essence and is now prey to the disinterest of uninvolved parties. This adheres to the soul like a sense of guilt... perhaps that's the point!! Clever, Kate xx
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 5/22/2006
This is one of those "cryptic" poems that every reader takes their own version of it with them. Me? I just like the-roll-off-the-tongue words.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 5/21/2006
Isn't that an oxymoron? I disagree. It's totally corruptable. Otherwise, a sticky-sweet write. Yeouu! Got it on my shoes!

Ron, deep meaningless here.

On the other hand, Sherry's right.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 5/21/2006
This poem can be read in so many ways. Wonderful metaphors indeed!!!!!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 5/21/2006
Your words bring to my mind the discarded Veterans who fought the war with all they had and came home broken; today they live and sleep on the streets. Yesterday's heroes now seemingly nothing more than an uncomfortable eyesore in our world of paper-doll dreams. As a society we rarely bend down to help pick up the broken pieces of shattered lives, instead we view them an an inconvenience that we would much rather have swept away from our world. Deep and powerful write and you did it in less words than it took me to review it..go figure!! ;)
Take care,
Reviewed by Jane Rodway 5/21/2006
I had to read this from the title alone, love it- anyway, reminds me sadly of the way some people think of murdered prostitutes, etc. You did that amazingly well in so short a space, showing your thoughts are strong. You are a great writer, anyway.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 5/21/2006
Just remember the 5 second rule...ed
Reviewed by E T Waldron 5/21/2006
Cool metaphor...
Reviewed by L. Figgins 5/21/2006
You're right about that. Indigestable and downright unbiodegradable. Gum will melt tho but only into another form-liquid rubber. Still, there must be some insect or animal in South America that lives off of or injests a rubber tree plant so it is absorbed into the cycle of life. Maybe it is just the manufacturing process into chewing gum that renders it incorruptible. What are "gum spirits", the additive in certain products? Is gum a waste product of that process?
Sounds like internal recycling and processing to me, Jude. Going through a similiar experience myself...

Reviewed by Paul Williams 5/21/2006
Like so much life has had the sweetness chewed from it and spat out to become someone else's problem. Excellent write.

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter 5/21/2006
Don't ya jusy hate it when people opt to disgard sticky gum, chewed until it's character expires, upon a concrete morgue(or school desk), when the option is a trash can placed there for TRASH. You sure are diplomatic with your verse Robert... and bless you!
Reviewed by Felix Perry 5/21/2006
As always your poetry dances to a different beat with such fascinating sublime messages that tease the writers mind with their open thoughts.

Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook 5/21/2006
Intriguing title and amazing write on a mundane subject.
You floor me.
Reviewed by George Carroll 5/21/2006
many a sole has stepped on this mess and tried with futility to dislodge it.
Reviewed by Peter Paton 5/21/2006
I think I agree with Bloomberg...
Time we cleaned this sticky mess up...
Thought provoking poem Ace !
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader) 5/21/2006
Your style of works always fascinates me Jude..

xx dove
Reviewed by A PAX 5/21/2006
Blooomberg said there was toooooo much gum on the sidewalks! lol pax A
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 5/21/2006
thought provoking read

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