i wonder why we dislike certain things


Taste

We were lemons when we met
Weren't we? How the yellow citrus
Suited us.
Then arrived the strawberry years.
Apples and pears so
Bananas to stay with us and split.

There is no possible dream of
Exotic fruits being sharp enough.
They taste too languid to me...
They stay on the tongue too long
Strangely lingering unclear.
Making me want to spit.

Honey my lemons are sweet.





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Written on 2011-11-25 at 03:22

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Blilith
Love this
Brillant
Applause
And she whispered who answered first.....

Blilith the Witch
Blessed be
2011-12-27


John Ashleigh
I thoroughly enjoyed the concept of this poem - it is very wise and original. The last line summed up this piece nicely. An accomplished write. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-11-30


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like to me, you were happy with your sweet lemon

Enjoyed your poem

xxx Stan
2011-11-29


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2011-11-29


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very funny, Linda. Yeah, you probably ought to go easy with those exotic fruits.
2011-11-27


countryfog
"When life hands you lemons, make lemonade" . . . or a very tasty poem. The more I think about fruit as metaphor for personality and relationship, the more I think you have touched on something true. I think I'm a wild blackberry.
2011-11-25