Bold round watermelon
ripe
as a woman's breast.
Born in
the deserts of Africa
placed
in tombs of pharaohs
as sustenance
in the afterlife.
Succulent, luscious, watery,
icebox
growing on a green vine,
crimson sweet
pretty black beads for seeds
jubilee,
the best part is in the middle,
allsweet
subtle thirst quencher, slake.
Red juicy green baby
slice it
it falls apart revealing
half moon
dripping on my white dress
crumbly
quenching my thirst
on my lips
i can taste the summer.
Salsa, cool drink, smoothie
fruit salad
every bit of it is very much
a delicacy
vivid pink flesh, simple sweet
Agua Fresca
fresh, cold and straightforward
sounds of summer
crunch, slurp, yum and gulp.
moons and stars
every summer i wait for you.
Though it is an ode, the watermelon got its best attention and tribute from this wonderful poem.
Watermelon is like a woman in heat, all the juices of love so abundant you can drink of her! Truly quench the drive in men. A 10.
This is the most delicious watermelon I have ever read about. I have watermelon every day for breakfast and will think of it in a new light now. All the amazing images you have included in this poem have simply made me drool.... 10 Karin Anderson
This is a bonanza for the senses. “crunch, slurp, yum and gulp” There is no half-way to eat a watermelon. I like the way “pretty black beads for seeds” reads. This picture ‘half moon dripping on my white dress” stands out. It brings back the the sounds and tastes of summer.
well done lovely descriptions and colorful metaphors 10 watermelons always remind me of the fresh sea to each his own semantics if you please best wishes Shimon
this one beckoned to the watermelon lover in me...a refreshing read..much like actually eating one! ..hehe...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Infectiously upbeat and appetising writing.