I still remember it now
as if it was not long past
but was many years ago,
so much time has passed.
Brought to me by a friend
a small offering
as I lay confined to bed.
A bag of comice pears
and what, I hear you say,
is at all remarkable
about a bag of fruit
delivered by a friend?
I had been rather ill
had not eaten for many days
perhaps a week
was feeling frail
and needed sleep.
I bit into that pear
with juices shining
on the tongue
that had only tasted air,
and I could feel the skin
and taste the life within.
Unlike the way that
I do now
eat without knowing how
without even really tasting
what I am masticating.
That pear had
such subtle flavours
that bust upon the tongue
as if the very first food
that I had ever feasted on.
Surpassing any gourmet dish
that has been made
with meat or fish.
The satisfaction is so much related to the level of desire. Well exemplified here. Thanks.
Great title and just a wondeful Lively piece of poetry! It triggers the senses...your readers can taste the Pear and the sweetness of friendship. Wishing U All that is Good.....10/10. Shelley
Nothing can surpass the taste of friendship which bears the sweetest fruit of all.
Great poem David with wonderful memories of taste transferred to paper faultless work
When we have more than enough of everything, how can we savour the flavour of anything Food for thought me thinks! Thankyou David Love duncan X
We certainly could enjoy our food a lot more if we concentrated on what we were eating and eat if slowly. There are some delicious tastes out there, so get hunting. Lovely piece. Enjoyed it and my imaginary taste of the pear. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery captured here David! Pleasure to read thank you! ! *10*! ! Best regards Thad