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Pear Pantoum

Are those the gods’ voices, in the life of the pear?
If everything flows, then nothing remains.
The pear’s day passes, and not for you;
Its sunny gold is last light, noon no more.

For everything flows, and nothing remains:
The juice’s voice is distant and the bite ungracious.
That sunny gold is last light, free of noon.
It waits, it drops ripe, without hesitation.

The juice’s voice is distant, and the bite ungracious;
Pears’ fragrance turns to juice at its end, not yours;
it waits, it waits without hesitation,
and its nature speaks, unheard, to Nature.

The pear’s fragrance is at its end.
Darkness is already at its core.
Its nature speaks direct to Nature
as it leaves its home in the leaves.

Darkness is already at the pear’s core.
Its day is past, no thought of you.
It has long since moved on from its home in the leaves.
Out of your hearing, it hears again the gods’ voices.

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  • x-Black-Butterfly-x silver member
    July 7
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    Welcome to All Poetry

    this is such a wonderful write written with an amazing flow and the imagery that you have also use is both provoing and mind grasping. I loved the way that I seemed to get lost within your words and this is a beautfiully written pantoum.

    well done

    Charlotte
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  • PhantomsAngel87 Greeters member
    July 7

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    Welcome to AllPoetry

    Quite a poem!
    I am drawn in by the flow and locked in by the imagery, a beautifully penned Pantoum

    ♥
    Enjoy AllPoetry
    Stay safe
    ~Manda
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