Concepts protrude,
beyond the fruit bowl,
into logical hands,
and are tossed into
a black sac.
Musing in a crystal cradle,
those citrus colours
bounce inklings back and forth,
like an infusion of
blasphemy with holy air.
Shapes imitate lunar phases
full; waxing crescents,
although none are ever new.
See, the rational hands
would sweep the bowl
and contents into a sac,
to wane as ebony.
For that’s where
a fruit bowl and
new moons
belong.
Author notes
Don't ask. Haha it's metaphorical. So, what's it about?
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Very Picturesque and greatly descriprive. Wonderful poem. I love your style. There is lot of maturity in your poems sweet heart.
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You have created a visual masterpiece for the reader to enjoy. The word choices are exceptional and quite unique. This has been a most pleasant piece to stumble across. Thank you for sharing it here at Allpoetry.
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Round!
I like it... fruit, moons. It's all very... round. ^_^
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A PAT
The verse is away from all the beaten tracks. so nicely crafted the poetess really deserves a pat -
Ooh - really different! I enjoyed this poem. I had to read it once I had seen the title - and I was not disappointed. Good job!
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What a beautiful amount of detailed images and to the mind speaking metaphors you have used here
Truly an interesting piece of art you've written that I enjoyed to the fullest masterfully done!
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New Moon in a Fruit Bowl
Musing in a crystal cradle,
those citrus colours
bounce inklings back and forth,
like an infusion of
blasphemy with holy air...
wow
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