Mystery Fruit 11a Poem by Kim Barney

Kim Barney

Kim Barney

I was born in a bank - - my mother went there and made a deposit

Mystery Fruit 11a

Rating: 5.0


This is the same fruit as mystery fruit eleven,
but now that it's ripe looks different somehow.
It shouldn't be that hard.
You can do it, Pard!
Do you recognize it now?

Mystery Fruit 11a
Monday, July 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit,mystery
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24 Jul 2017.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Grace Jessen 26 July 2017

It's just what I thought: A ripe apricot.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 July 2017

Ripened fruits look so different and this is difficult to recognize which is previously seen. The color changes that changes perception of mind. This is amazing sharing done here.10

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Kim Barney 24 July 2017

Thanks, Kumarmani. No need for further talk. This has been solved by Spock.

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Spock The Vegan 24 July 2017

It looks like an apricot. Where did the redness go? I thought that you had excluded apricots.: (

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Kim Barney 24 July 2017

It is indeed an apricot. The redness went the same place as the greenness. Just like blueberries, apricots can be red when they are green. I don't know why you thought I had excluded apricot. As sure as birds sing, I did no such thing!

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Chuy Amante 24 July 2017

crab apple stomped and feremented drunk slowly and lightly minted ?

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Kim Barney 24 July 2017

Nope. Sorry, Alice. It is not a crab apple. No matter what you thought, it is an apricot.

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