The Kiss of Fruit
The kiss
Of fruit
On my lips
Teeth pierce
Juice bursts
Tongue tastes
Heaven’s nectar
Drips
Down
My
Chin
©DGA 21 July 2011 17:34
The Kiss of Fruit
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The Kiss of Fruit
The kiss
Of fruit
On my lips
Teeth pierce
Juice bursts
Tongue tastes
Heaven’s nectar
Drips
Down
My
Chin
©DGA 21 July 2011 17:34
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22/07/2011 at 10:13 am
Makes me want to grab something nice and juicy!
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22/07/2011 at 10:19 am
Haha, Col, you want to try eating it in bed without messing!
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22/07/2011 at 12:43 pm
nice…i will take fruit any day over chocolate…and you capture well the joy of its kiss…
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22/07/2011 at 1:29 pm
Yum yum, slurp… 😀 Delicious!
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22/07/2011 at 12:49 pm
*Runs off to get a ClemenGold*
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22/07/2011 at 1:30 pm
Exactly what I’ve been eating most of the last couple of weeks. 😀 Delicious!
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22/07/2011 at 2:28 pm
A beautiful poem – brings to mind eating that first fresh peach or nectarine of summer. There is nothing like it! The poem is so beautifully constructed and I could see you in it! Hope this was a true story of what you are eating at the care center!
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22/07/2011 at 2:41 pm
Yes, indeed it was and is, Paula. I find I can’t eat enough so it’s just as well that fruit is plentiful at the moment.
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22/07/2011 at 2:50 pm
Oh Sweet Nectar…
dribbles down my chin, drip drop and then in a trickle down my neck.
Very good. I could not resist adding that bit on because this is what happens when i eat Peaches..
have a lovely day
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22/07/2011 at 7:20 pm
Hahaha, Patrecia! That is so true too… Enjoy your weekend.
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22/07/2011 at 3:05 pm
Uhmmm. There are two peaches on the kitchen counter here. Good bye for now. Slurp, drip.
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22/07/2011 at 7:21 pm
Enjoy, Carl. Have a great weekend. 🙂
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22/07/2011 at 5:22 pm
Sometime ago, Cindy’s post, The House At Morgan Bay, reminded me of a book I hadn’t thought about in years: Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle. Curious, I searched and found it still available on Amazon.com ~ rather amazing for a book of just over 100 poems first published in 1967!
An excerpt, “How to Eat a Poem“ by Eve Merriam, may be tantalizing enough to cause you to search out the volume for your own library:
Don’t be polite
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
Enjoy that fruit, Denise!
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22/07/2011 at 7:25 pm
Sounds like a very interesting read, Nancy. 😉 I am really enjoying the fruit – even more than I usually do. I think my body needs it.
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22/07/2011 at 6:27 pm
Lovely, this, and it reminded me of Sunkist oranges and how my youngest sister as a toddler thought they were “unkissed” oranges. 🙂
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22/07/2011 at 7:34 pm
Hahaha, Ruth. I remember how my children got things mispronounced when they were little too. An example escapes me now, but it happened quite often, sometimes hilariously funny. I think there is a fruit juice here called ‘Joy’ which I think is very apt.
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22/07/2011 at 7:16 pm
I can imagine the joy of a burst of fruit, when one is lying in bed in a hospital, Denise.
Thanks for the sharing. Lovely stuff
John
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22/07/2011 at 7:36 pm
Yes, and wonderful flavour too, John.
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22/07/2011 at 8:51 pm
makes me think of cherries
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23/07/2011 at 5:23 am
Delicious, Sidey!
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23/07/2011 at 12:49 am
Now THAT was a sensous poem! That could only have been a peach. 🙂
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23/07/2011 at 5:24 am
Aren’t they wonderful, Val. So full of flavour…
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26/07/2011 at 8:30 am
I always get in trouble when I eat nectarines because the juice runs down my chin. Now I’m going to say that the fruit is kissing me. What a fabulous poem!
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28/07/2011 at 4:56 am
Hahaha, I make such a mess with juicy fruit I need a bib sometimes!!!
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