Yes they can -be hidden safely, see ?
Unbruised.
Coming off a sad, sad time- they fit in well with genuine beauty.
Were you up all night listening to the foot steps passing,
did you go to the window like the poem told you to; and watch ?
This morning were you willing to feel the wrenching of regret, again ?
You do still want to push truth away : The procession has gone by!
Did you look them in the eye? That opportunity is over, done.
Apples: may share shape, shine, even color range;
but for flavor Cherries win.
If I were to paint one more fruit, it would be them.
They can surpass sadness
being chewed,
going down the throat
falling toward my heart.
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Beautifully yummy... = )
Hmmm. I may go home tonight and tell the tree this poem, see what it thinks.
One word sentence. Unbruised. My favorite!
i spent so much time up in the neighbors cherry tree as a kid..we would come home stained face & shirt...good memories...
I agree-cherries win. What a charming and lovely poem. Gives me much to think about.
I had about 4 sour cherries in my mouth one day playing baseball, and I was playing 3rd base.
I had just swallowed the flesh and had all 4 pits in my mouth. I was gonna spit them out but hadn's got around to it yet. Just then the guy on second base tried to steal 3rd. the throw was in the dirt and took a bad bounce and hit me in the face, It wasn't that bad, the runner was safe. But thats when I decided to spit the cherry pits out. The runner on 3rd FREAKED out thinking they were my teeth. He took about 3 steps backwards in a daze, and I tagged him out!
He thinks to this day that I a REAL Bad Ass!
Oh Yeah....Loved your Cherry Poem!
A beautiful write!
"going down my throat
falling toward my heart".
Your poem is deeper than the color of the fruit. I've enjoyed rereading it several times.
Here is mine: Repeat Echo
Falling toward my heart. Great imagery.
"they fit in well with genuine beauty" - genuine. Isn't that what we all want? And wouldn't it be nice if everyone could see our own genuine beauty? :-) Thank you.
'Unbruised' - so perfect.
Sweet sweet sweet poem. Lots of delicious lines ending with that pair of brillo ones.
Yes, the ending is to die for. Nicely worked.
Where is the procession going? Why aren't I with them? I need cherries now. Loved the complexity and variety of tones in this.
I love the mystery - I can make it mean anything I want it to. Lovely!
A cherry are so cheery! http://looseleafnotes.com
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