…
…
bruised pear
sitting there
are you still sweet?
I think yes,
under all that broken
skin, you are
whole within.
…
…
…
bruised pear
sitting there
are you still sweet?
I think yes,
under all that broken
skin, you are
whole within.
…
Perfect pear flavored pebble to ponder, De! Thank you… apologies for the over-alliteration in my comment! Ha ha!
This tiny poem makes me very happy. This is my favorite:
“bruised pear
sitting there
are you still sweet?
I think yes,
under all that broken
skin, you are”
But with the last line, I would make a little change, for the rhythm and rhyme:
“under all that broken
skin, you are still
within
a perfect whole”
Or precious whole, tender whole. Whatever. It just felt like the rhythm was off right at the end. But all but the last line felt so very right.
A pear, a being. Nicely done!