You have your game-face on again;
The don’t-mess-with-me face that comes
With its own combative attitude.
Not pleased with being pleased,
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Thoroughly enjoyed this cliffhanger of a story. 'Like a participle' made me laugh. -chuck
I wrote a poem about a strawberry once, I'll fish it out for you but liked this poem and especially liked the intro'. There are some people who just scowl at the whole world.... I despise that. Ruthy
Ah, yes, those little 'sweet things' in life that somehow we miss...and we are the poorer for having missed them! Great write.
A lovely story Gary, and a pleasure to read. Best wishes, Andrew
I just totally love this poem. Its as delicious as the strawberry and i am taking it with me :) A definite 10 and now another of my favs. Thank you.
Being analytical as I am, I'm wondering which hand he picked the strawberry with, and is he still hanging, or did he trade his life for one last delicious experience? A totally wonderful reading experience, juicy and luscious as that plump strawberry! Linda :)
Gary, ' It was a most delicious strawberry. ' _ It is delightful poems. Very tasty ending... Kindest regards, Tsira
This is a Zen story with no ending. Each of us gets our own meaning out of it. To me the tiger and the eventual falling represent the two enternitys before and after our life, and in between of course is our short life the strawberry. Great job. Junior
If nothing else, the title would have drawn me in. The strawberry may be the perfect fruit, ephemeral but delicious, like your poetry (although, not ephemeral, so maybe not like your poetry, but delicious nonetheless) . Peace, L&T
Absolutely love this piece. There is so much to be gained by stopping to smell the...strawberries, or what have you, and maybe if everyone did, things wouldn't seem so dire. Your writing is engaging and seems to be effortless, though it hints at a sort of wordcraft which evades many aspiring writers. Easygoing wisdom is the most valuable there is.
I have seen this tale penned before, but never with such elegance. And the first half of the poem - which could easily stand alone - is personal and eloquent. My favourite lines are the four year old boy and his halloween costume 'with cape' and the labrador's stare 'covetting your plate' and best of all, the man's feet 'dangling (like a participle) '. Written with a compassionate heart and a twinkle in the eye, I love it. Warmly, Allie xxxx
Strawberry - or whatever - your poem makes its point very clearly - - savor the last delicious bite, get all out of it that you can...treasure what you have. Brilliantly written.
It was a most delicious poem, Gary. I'm super allergic to strawberries, but your poem makes me almost want to throw caution to the wind and just go eat one, dammit.
I have no idea why I am just reading this but I love it! A profound message I think... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing