Plums are the preferred fruit of judges;
Lemons denote clergy's hauteur.
Cranberries are consistent with gradual losses,
While limes are for lovers who conceal their hearts.
Guavas are for girls in white summer dresses--
Their sisters insist on strawberries with cream.
Black cherries are grim predictors of disaster--
Papayas are for music, and the language arts.
Never turn your back on the tiny kiwi--
The industrious gather apples with serious mien;
Lovers give oranges to their faithless darlings,
Who tear them, section by section, apart.
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Who knew oranges could be violent!
ReplyDeletehow tasty is this!
ReplyDeleteThey're not, RK. It is the faithless lovers who break the oranges apart.
ReplyDeleteNo Kumquats?
ReplyDeleteI sometimes put lime slices & a splash of cranberry in my vodka. Hmm, wonder what that means. Tastes great.
ReplyDelete~Mary
Yes . Where is that half orange of mine? I keep searching for it.
ReplyDeleteShould eat more fruit now that you mention them so beautifully here. Good endings you have too! ;)
You never seem to bore me. I say it again - Brilliant! The simplicity of your expression adds to the beauty of your lines.
ReplyDeletePST - If I had written this I'd have had the last line as -
"Lovers give oranges to their faithless darlings,
Who peel the skin off their hearts apart"
What do you think?
Seriously never ever trust a kiwi
ReplyDeleteI really, really like this one. I love "cranberries are consistent with gradual losses." That just seems so true to me!
ReplyDeleteAhh, a day at the farmer's market.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
Oh very clever write, you. I am loving your words and what you have done with them.I smile.
ReplyDeleteI agree on the black cherries.
ReplyDeleteStrawberries and cream for me please.
Which reminds me -- there's still some cream pie in the fridge, hee, hee. Chocolate.
Thanks so much, everyone who commented! :-)
ReplyDeleteFrankandMary, good to see you here. I hope I've managed to be a bad influence. ;-)
I'm telling ya, Daryl, they're cunning.
MZ, I thought they fit, since they come from a cranberry bog. Also, there is the excruciating family holiday bash connection.
What do I think, Ekanthapadhiken? I think your comments are lovely and I like receiving them. Poetic advice, not so much.
Dulce, those half-orange clocks, they are always running off, no doubt about it! ;-)
I'm craving a guava shake...and someone on my blog recommended a banana as an aphrodisiac. Hmmm. I think I'll still to the guava!
ReplyDeleteI'm not surprised; true to form I divert from the others.
ReplyDeleteTo me this not really about fruit at all. It's about life's disappointments. People still surprise the hell out of me.
Love this! Only you can write a poem about fruits and make it beautiful and fun to read!
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