Poem -

Fruit Salad Skies

Can you see those
clouds
of pastel peach,
plum and apricot
up there ..
Hanging like some
untidy bunch
of grapes unfolded ..
An exotic salad
pinned,
but flawed like that ..
Seriously
semi-permanent
and fragile ..
Just waiting for
the cream
to be poured over
slow ..
And then, of
course, an elusive
but all
inclusive cherry
placed on the very top ..

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Neville

what a delicious response thank you PD :)

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I'm getting in line for thatΒ  treat of a write!......................................................Jim

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Neville

Sounds yummy to these old ears of mine Jim thank you kindly sir :)Β 

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Tony Taylor

It is in the confines of words where most LOOK..
But it within the confines of layering where the
TOPPINGS speak volumes!!

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Beautiful work
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Neville

My word, what a sweet talker you are .. Many thanks for stopping by and having a taste kind sir .. NevilleΒ 

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sparrowsong

Hello Neville...

I don't know how anything can be called a treat without a cherry on top...

Unless it's Cotton Candy of course...

Great fun and yummy write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Neville

Absolutely write, many thanks sparrowsong & my absolute pleasure .. Thanks for stopping by .. All good things, Neville :)Β 

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