Words As a Salad

Think of my words as a salad.
Sometimes it may nourish...
And sometimes it's not wanted,
Or thought to be valid.

I offer a taste of variety.
I don't expect everything sampled,
To have everyone leave pleased!

I'm a gourmet of sorts one might say.
Not a specialist of one dish...
But a cook of assortments on display.

If something is nibbled,
And the bite is not right...
That is the way I feel,
With my changing appetite!

When I prepare and complete a thought,
Sometimes it is revised...
To surprise,
And compliment others previously brought!

But if a word or two offends a point of view...
I'm not expecting you to sit,
In discomfort as you chew.

Unless something digested,
Adds meaning to your purpose.
As it did for me,
Before I exposed it to you...
Hoping you add dressing,
Delighting while you slurp it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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