i know now
how
the ice cream felt
teased by blistered lips
a parched tongue taunts
green droplets
slither down the cone
and the pistachios of persia
naked, without their shells
***
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
i know now
how
the ice cream felt
teased by blistered lips
a parched tongue taunts
green droplets
slither down the cone
and the pistachios of persia
naked, without their shells
***
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I’d love to hear your poetic take on the empty shells with their fruit taken away from them :)
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food for thought! :)
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Not my poem but it is about the unshelled pistachio nut
https://followyourshadow.me/2012/10/17/the-pistachio-shell/
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Very well written! 👌🏼
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Dear Sonya,
What a lovely poem! You masterfully bring to mind worlds with words.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks Robert :)
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