Chimes Ginger Chews MAG

April 29, 2018
By dy/dx GOLD, Edina, Minnesota
dy/dx GOLD, Edina, Minnesota
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"So what’s calculus? In a sentence: If it moves at a varying speed, if it has a curvy shape, if it has a maximum that you’d like to find, or if it involves adding up an infinite number of terms, then you’re probably looking at calculus." - Stanley F. Schmidt, Ph. D.

My tongue flaunts a fur-trimmed coat

of smoldering, ginger-scented rhinestones,

bragging and boasting

about how fashionable it chooses to be

when a Chime ventures

into the dank, cavernous throne room.

Gilded lions guard the gate,

cowering upon beholding those decadent,

syrupy, muted Chimes.

Zingy, flashy, and so trendy.

Glowing like glowworms,

they make music in my mouth

with a percussion section 

of ginger gold

that spits sparks of regret.

The author's comments:

This poem is about a fan of the ginger candies called "Chimes". In the last line, a sensation of guilt at having eaten too many Chimes abruptly interrupts the descriptive imagery that constitutes the majority of the poem.

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