Garnet coloured pearly
Pearly slippery arils tumble out,
As I peel a pomegranate.
Gathering them in a bowl
I put a handful
In my waiting mouth;
Cool, sweet and sour juice
Trickles down my
Parched throat,
And the crunchy seeds
Get crushed by my teeth…
As I swallow, I pick
Some more
My lips part
And with a start
I realise, how sensuous
Luscious and delicious
Is the touch, taste and feel
With a flavour exclusive.
Quite like a Haiku-
Aesthetically compressed,
With so much appeal…
its an art to separate
white membrane
and get at its essence...
A pomegranate has so many fruits mysteriously hidden within..like your poem!
Write the same poem in haiku form...I know you can do it..! Cheers. Subroto
The comparison with a garnet is truly artistic! And the entire poem smacks of its juicy taste! Really great! 10! +++ I find that this fruit has been mentioned in the writings of many Arabic& Muslim poets. -Raj Nandy
a yummy poem... i hope i can taste a pomegranate... to write a splendid piece too... Pomegranate is regarded as Forbidden Fruit by Jewish Scholars a very interesting, entertaining, a wonderful poem in a haiku form Ma'am.. thanks for sharing...seems i also taste it by just reading this piece..smilessss 10+++++
Unique but eloquent simile for haiku. Yes its an art to get meaning and joy from a haiku. A luscious and tasteful poem, Mamta. Regards Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well described, an original refreshing piece, 10 Lynda xx