Just take a look in that window
and imagine what it would feel like
to take that juicy apple
and place it in your palm.
To take it outside and crunch
on the juicy nourishing flesh.
But you daren't remember...
(Your mother has abandoned
any semblence of love for you
so she doesn't plan to make you toast
and bring it to you in bed.
and hopefully your father won't be home
because you don't want to pretend to enjoy his burnt bbq.
But there is someone who you can let your guard down with.)
...your grandmother, while you ate her wonderful apple pie.
Her pastry is like a small bite of heaven on each and every forkful.
The apple is smooth on your tongue and tart enought to enjoy
the sweetness of the flaky crust, topped with rough cinnamon flakes.
The excrutiating joy of eating that pie is amplified by...
her smile... your grandfather offering you another slice,
the simple pleasure of their rough kitchen table
and the smell of roses wafting in from the garden,
merging with the exquisite apple fragrance.
So I won't take that apple from the window,
just incase I remember the day of their funeral.
A contest entry
- LET’S TALK ABOUT FOOD! (25 entries/25 lines) by JustBreathe.
525 points, ended October 13, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - MAKE IT UP !! (prewrites allowed) (i bet this is the easiest one around ) by Alex Hex.
300 points, ended May 2, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
The grandparents in this poem were inspired by my own grandparents =) btw... the part in parenthesis doesn't necessarily need to be read, you *could* go straight to line 15
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This had my mouth watering. mmmmm that sounds so good. I can practically smell apple pie right now!
so that just shows that you mad very good imagery and descriptions in the poem. well done.
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This is nostalgic for me. I loved my Grammy more than anyone. We would have secrets shares that no one but us knew about. My brother was a boy and the only child my father seemed to realize he had. Richard was everyone's favorite - Except Grammy, who sat me beside her on the piano bench to sing old Irish songs. Thank you for this memory!!
Wolfie
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Congrats on the honorable mention, my dear!
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What a wonderful tribute to your Grandmother's apple pie ... the flaky crust, lightly tart apples, and cinnamon flakes sound delicious! And the images of your grandparents in the kitchen were heartwarming.
Thank you for your entry in this contest, and best of luck to you in the judging! ....JustBreathe
(P.S. I agree that "the part in parenthesis" wasn't necessary. It distracted me a bit from the lovely story of your Grandmother's apple pie.)
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Strangely unique.
This is very well done. The part about your grandmothers pie was beautiful and I could just taste it. As for the rest I am sorry that you have had such hard times and you show how much you miss your grandparents. Very well written. -
Amazing and sad! Oh, so sweet yet so melancholy! I really love your style, my dear. You are incredibly talented. Best of luck in the contest you entered!
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