Dried Fruit
My pomegranates hide
Hard gems float in ruby flesh
absorbed by this body
a pouch tender to any touch
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It’s all I got this week. A small poem in response to the Read Write Image Prompt. Find other responses here.
Photo credits to Nasos3 with thanks!
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I like the way the 3rd line works in this poem, a gem in itself.
flesh and sensuality, definitely pomegranate…
Your poem is very sensual. You could probably resubmit it next week for the sex poem!
I enjoyed it, Deb. =D
Thanks, Deb. “Hard gems” — I like that. Aren’t the hard ones the best?
I love it! Small responses are good responses. They count. :)
I like the single breath length of this, and the skin-like mystery of the poem itself, which resembles the fruit, and the inner working of the body as well as the heart.
Thanks, every single one of you, for the thoughtful comments on such a brief work. I appreciate it more than I can say.
(And Reth. You wonderfully naughty man!)
Tee hee hee
:-)
I also like the other qualities. The sound system works for me. Hide/Hard, Float/Flesh, Absorbed/Body/Any. And it’s wonderful in the way I didn’t “see” it on the first reading, but only on subsequent ones.
Thanks, Reth! I’m glad you like the sound, too. I work it, but want it to part of the bones of a thing. :-)
A hugely wonderful poem came in on those short lines. Read with envy! :)