Poem -
the taste of pear ( just a write)
Tis morning now
I eat a pear
the white sky kneads
its sticky rain
I've sudden thoughts of suicide
They comfort when I can't abide
the length of yet another day
and writing is
a way to say
All the things we strive to hide
Yet overflow from deep inside
and when the tears come I curse
Press Delete.Ā Ā Ā Pathetic verse.
instead I write of simple joys
the taste of pear
the sticky rain
the cuckoo's callĀ the morning rose
A resetĀ
ToĀ begin again
M ~
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Soulful writeā¦.
Thanks John x
If I could give a million stars to this poemĀ I would, your rhyme and quite rightly your soul I'm truly lost for words kudos. š¹ I am forever humbled by your work dearest Marion.Ā
You my friend are too kind... thankyou from my heart x
Sometimes you just have to be ignorant, to function as a human.
Beautiful poetry Marion, the thought of suicide calming the mind, knowing there is a way out if things get to much but pleaseĀ
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Strangely though... it us a comfort lol. Thankyou for your lovely comment NE... appreciated always x
Dear Marionā¦ā¦ā¦..,.,,,,,,,ā¦..š!
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The power to get back up again is indeed found in eating a pear... Hanx for helping once moreš
Thankyou John, not sure how I helped but so glad that I did. Hugs x
You reminded me that the simple joys of life also are a reason to keep going on, even more so than ridding me of / healing the scars that hamper living...Ā
There is feeling in this poem that has been conveyed superbly.
"The white sky kneads its sticky rain"
I adore that line. It is a line of sheer brilliance xx
I'm always honoured when you appear out of the blue Tina... thankyou so much love. That line was inspired by the chem trails all over the sky here... the sky is literally whiteĀ and the rain sticky .. but hey, its all just conspiracy theory isn't... even if observed in real time. All my best wishes to you and yours xx
And my best wishes to you and yours, too xx