Micropoem

Green pear, red pear, apple

imprisoned in their glass bowl

bored with their sameness

longing for a starfruit

the busy chatter of berries.

Comments

[Bill]

This makes my day. Beth, this is crazy good.

[Beth]

Glad you liked it, Bill! I was at my wit's end about what to write today until my glance fell on the fruitbowl and the stupid fruits all looked the same, like three heavy, round, silent people, just sitting somewhere looking bored. I guess it shows that poems are lurking everywhere, and actually I was the one who was uninspired and bored.

[Jean]

Lovely. I can see them. In fact, I first read this in a feed-reader and when I clicked through to your blog to comment, I thought 'where's the photo?' - I mistook the image lingering in my mind while I clicked from one page to other for having just seen an actual picture!

[Bill]

Imprisoned= em-prisom-ed; bored=penetrated; sameness=symmetry ( synesthetically, I conjure a banana with its four identical peels). Longing? How strange for such round fruits to long. I think banana again. The relief of a starfruit (get it?). The busy chatter of berries, their indented softness among the harder fruits. It's all so fresh that I've no guilt.

[Bill]

Sorry about the misspelling, punctuation errors etc. Wrote that half awake. em- PRISM-ed.

[Dale]

:-)