Ethical bowl of lost treasure
Spat upon the bind of the bowl
like the man and his mole
the seed of sort
that simply taught
nothing.
The colors were dark and baroque
that he shared with his fellows
He then spoke about Kant
Then lost it in Ethical
Mellow rock.
Page after page the fox and the dove
Matreisse and Perrault spat
on the glove, the scientific
mat seemed to float like
an Arab.
The women the tasted the cherries
of delight, then waited for art
to keep thwart and merry
and danced around at the
Heart of Berries.
He shared out his bowls of Strawberry
Fool that stayed on his face like
the metaphysics of his French
Words that seemed to languish
some simple quench.
Author notes
Robert Bridge
A contest entry
- Le Jardin Fruitier by ea.
500 points, ended September 10, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hello cherries
Comments
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congratulations-
-on the gold. Well deserved.
Richard
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