I was asleep, and dreaming pears
so soundly undercover. Trees
as craggy with the fruit, shapely
and hanging ripe, almost dancing
on the tender leafy branches...
Branches simply daring me for a taste,
so much so, that as people walked
I swear I saw the shapely pears
prancing and strutting by me, so
I reached out for the fruit,
and shut off my alarm, I over slept!
Alas, I was asleep running
through orchards, hunting for the shapely pears.
Surely my boss may one day, understand.
Author notes
Orchard Pear
A contest entry
- Contest: Yankee Candle Titles by Mairi bheag.
900 points, ended November 9, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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Excellent
Very creative and so well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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So much going for this poem. It captivated me, but then I came across the obvious bathos of lines 11 and 14, and that made me pause - a jagged spike of reality twice piercing the dreamy state. Hmmm... let me re-read and think about it...
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Too funny. Pear shapes on parade. I loved this whimsy light hearted work.
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