I was discussing poetry and poets with someone a few weeks ago and I happened to mention that Pablo Neruda is one of my favorite poets. They weren’t familar with Neruda so I had to break it down for them. Here’s a sample. And if you’re a poetry lover, check out some of his other work. Beautiful. Stark. Simple. Delicious.

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While the sad, galloping wind murders butterflies
I love you,
and my happiness bites into the plum of your mouth…

I want to do with you
what spring does to the cherry trees.

- Pablo Neruda

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I’ve had this poem in my blog post queue for a while now. I read a poem this morning by my friend & fellow poet Princess Dominique that lauded tangerines. Had me digging through my private stash for a poem that references mangoes or pears or grapes….

I can’t even go to the grocery store now cause I could get arrested in the fruit aisle for my lecherous thoughts. I can just see me now, standing there, hand deep in the fruit case, just the hint of a smile kissing my face, slight shivers tickling my spine. Shameful! LOL

Reminds me of the time I was shopping for salad fixings. I happened to be singing Anita Baker’s “You Bring Me Joy” softly as I picked over the heads of lettuce, tomatos and cucumbers. I confessed in the 200 Silly Facts About Me that I don’t like squishy fruit or veggies so I’m standing there singing to myself, trying to find the “right” cucumber when this brother walks up. Now, in my peripheral vision, I noticed someone near me but I was focused. You know how to pick a…um…firm cucumber right?

The brother started laughing and I looked over at him. He said, “Somehow, I don’t think I was supposed to see that.”

Bwwwwwaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaa!