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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. I love you, and my happiness bites into the plum of your mouth… I want to do with you - Pablo Neruda *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 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! Comment Below |
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Girl you better stop starting fires!
What? What I do? I was just musing aloud…and sharing a poem.
Ummm hmm. A likely story. I know you’ve seen Il Postino, right? That’s another “Have You Heard Jill Scott” question. I know.
LOL - watched it Sunday along with Memoirs of a Geisha.
So you are ripe with poetry over there! *lol*
Lol! You are sillay!
I have heard of this poet before, but hadn’t checked him out. Love this piece. So simple, so lovely. Will have to check him out. Thanks for sharing!
Much Love.
LOL - won’t even try to deny it - I am BEHIND silly. I laugh a lot & most times, it’s me laughing at myself. Check the fam/friends category. LOL Oh yes, if you like poetry you gotta read Naruda.
I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know how to pick a firm cucumber. But from the sounds of this loaded poetic message, I don’t think I want to know. LOL
Was it loaded? LOL I’m an admitted fruit/veggie thumper. But then, my grandfather had a farm and all kinds of fruit trees.
BWAAAHAHAHAHA!
lawdy lawdy…thank goodness the cucumber didn’t spill it’s seeds. i would have paid all kinds of money to see brotha’s face then.
“…didn’t spill its seeds…” Ewwwwww. LOL
His face? Girl I turned shades of red that the makeup industry has yet to capture. Needless to say, I’m more “aware” of produce aisle behavior.
What poem does this come from?