Oh, For a Cherry: An Ode
Cherubic fruit for the world to relish
Yet it comes and goes so fast.
A lightning flash of a season
Of plump, purple red
Delicious, dripping cherries
Must satisfy
Until the summer returns.
Each one
Delicately placed
In a waiting mouth,
Opened like a baby bird’s,
Is savored to the full extant
Before the pit is neatly spit out,
A game in and of itself.
Oh, for the sweetness of a cherry
The tender, perfect fruit
Waiting to be eaten
For why else would there be a confection of such perfection?
A shining aurora of the fruits
Which must wait
For the bright summer months
And then again
For a whole year
Until the summer returns.
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4 comments:
Shava,
What a marvelous poem! I don't even like cherries but I feel that I am missing something great in the "cherubic" "tender, perfect fruit."
My favorite line is "for why else would there be a confection of such perfection?" with the rhyming and the use of rhetorical question.
Maybe describe summer differently by the end or is the repetition meaningful?
Happy writing!
Rachel
I love the imagery and how the words flowed! Good job and keep it up!
This is amazing shava! I don't even like cherries but your poem made me want some anyway!
i love cherries so this was fun to read!
you were very descriptive and detailed.
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