Green lilies of a valley
with thorns on the tips
instead of the stem.
So eager to bite,
less eager to be
bitten.
Pull each petal
for culling purposes
slashes on fingers and
palms.
A spiral like structure
and yet, less fun
to pull apart
than the lifeless mass
of a pinecone...
It's too alive
too ready to bite.
Rain on my fingers
dances across my palm...
I've never liked lilies
anyway.
Why should I start now,
even if it is my favorite color -
a vegitable is not worth
my time...
Who ever said that green
tastes good?
I just like the color.
So leave it alone
and leave biting to someone
else, I'm through.
Author notes
I guess I was more interested in what it looks like than the actual uses of it... *shrugs* can't help it, I'm strange.
A contest entry
- How Green is my Valley by NurseChilly.
440 points, ended August 24, 2007, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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biting and verdant too
i liked this..
many thanks for entering this contest
well done
G.x
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