To be fit for display on the Tree of Knowledge
A fruit's skin must rouse you, yet signal danger
A certain jungle fruit would never make the grade
More enticing to monkeys than to temptresses
A handle to be grabbed and held while eaten
An ingratiating scent, a slippery smooth heart
Simulacrum of cream that doesn't cloy the guts
Shaped to fit the mouth, made to be stripped
Of the clown suit it dyed to ape the sun's aura
While a Greek fruit in the same sun-struck hue
Shouts its pride that it grew directly exposed
As it shimmers inside and teems with radiance
Changed to a smell that assaults the nose brightly
Elsewhere certain lawn and woodland flowers
With milky sap managing to keep thin stems erect
Raise bright crowns to smile back at the sun
And surprise children when held beneath the chin
A trick to reveal something rich and fine within
It's inspiring to read someone who combines technical skill with a good ear and profound content. Your poem is stuffed with very fine lines. Was particularly impressed by " Raise bright crowns to smile back at the sun" . Sorry for the long overdue response to your kind comments on one of mine. I've found your tempting buttercup at last and gladly took a bite out of your juicy but dangerous apple. Thank you.
To smile back! ! While you search for the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A very interesting exploration of the color yellow in its various hues and moods. I like the intrigue you introduce with the tree of knowledge. Favorite image is the clown suit (banana skin?) and the dandelions, which I thought were sunflowers.
It's perceptive of you to get what I was driving at. Indeed, the " clown suit" refers to a banana skin. (Perhaps because a banana skin is associated with pratfalls, heh heh!)
Vibgyor o rainbow bows on the life puzzling life riddle of selection the breath swims on the colorful fiber catch a root at stake................................ great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'And surprise children when held beneath the chin A trick to reveal something rich and fine within' A very early beautiful memory that somehow filled me with wonder. By the poems ending it screamed yellow repeated from bananas to flowers, yellow a cheerful colour.
I wrote the poems 'Bright Yellow Leprechaun Gold Hidden Under Child Shadow Chins', 'Who Remembers First Thrill Catching Golden Rays? ', 'Buttercup Song Sings Laughs Smiles In Sunlight', inspired by the poem 'Which Color? 2', by the poet Denis Mair and dedicated to the poet Denis Mair.
I wrote the poems 'Take Grown Gift A Single Buttercup Plucked', 'Buttercup Golden Light Shining Under A Child's Chin', 'Moments Timeless In Buttercup Chin Golden Light', inspired by the poem 'Which Color? 2', by the poet Denis Mair and dedicated to the poet Denis Mair.
I wrote the poems 'Countless Small Daisies: Delight Daisy Chain Mind', 'Daisy Chains Childhood Memories', 'Daisy Chains Fragile Fresh Stem Links' and 'Daisy Chains Delight Eyes Craft Grown Weaved', inspired by the poem 'Which Color? 2', by the poet Denis Mair and dedicated to Denis Mair.
and don't forget the lemons...