I've always loved
a good pear,
hanging side by side,
just within my reach,
the tender skin enticing,
the sweet nectar of
love in bloom.
Watching them tumble
in an October dance
falling face up together
on a bed of soft leaves.
or suspended in
sun dappled splendor,
ripe for the plucking.
No flower of youth
is better represented,
then these lovely fruit.
Sometimes freckled
from the sun,
but always plump
and delectable,
I've always loved a pair.
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A contest entry
- Yellow Yellow Yellow by Kiddy.
400 points, ended April 9, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Metaphorical. I loved this brilliant write. thanks for sharing. I loved the title as well.
Kiddy's score - 37/40
Dr. Veer's score - 37/40
Total - 74/80
All the best
Love
Kiddy -
Lol...You are a master at metaphors! This is brilliant and delightful...
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Well I think you are being a tad naughty with your pears and pair
Love this play on words and subtle sensuality!
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene


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That's a very uplifting poem; it made me smile and that happens really rarely. Nice imagery there, very vivid and well thoughts. I have to admit, I can't help but love pears...




