Sour Lime Poem by Tailor Bell

TAILOR, , thIS iS, , , AWSOME..........

All I can say is I thought of a clown... intriging piece

Wow, this poem is very cryptic - you can twist and churn your words about until you get so many different things, some involving clowns, and others involving death. My take on this, is being enslaved, or imprisoned at the very least. Being bought, sold, tortured, and eventually dying - the flower, being the heart. It seems a slave's life would be one of torment, and burning fires. I too thought the lime that gets out the smell of stinking, putrid flesh - or perhaps even the lime that dissolves a corpse. I really like that there are so many interpretations of this poem, it's almost like a morbid little thing like me would see the scary and twisted side, as opposed to someone else that may see a clown with a squirting flower. Excellent write, Tailor. This is wonderful. -L.C.

Tailor, I found this poem very interesting. First just looking at the title tells me something horrible is happening here, lime is used to get rid of awful smells possibly the smell of decaying flesh. I have two idea's in mind, I'm taking the worst scenario, I don't believe we are talking about animals or clowns, circus etc. Possibly the sale of people at the days end. (Vile burning crowds and fields) could be crowds of hooded men burning the homes of innocent individuals who suffer for who they are. Someone being taken to the centre aisle against their will and traded for money or killed and buried with their marker of identification or number. That's just the way I see it.--Excellent poem-Melvina

conjures up several differant images-not sure which image pertains! ! !

Magical images Tailor. Aging circus performer (my squirting flower) or musician (sour notes) , but travelling, I think. The music of your heart sings through your words - the meaning is ambiguous, but sweet and sad. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Great pictorials....I'M READY FOR A lIME RICKEY, AS I READ''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR