Bounteous fruit, a pear.
Red or green or yellow.
Imperfect skin, not rough,
just dotted with brown.
Mostly firm but it gives in under a thumb.
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"It isn't fully ripe" - crunch!
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Chomp and chew and swallow
and chop and chew -
and savor the flavor
that follows the crunch,
that tastes like memories -
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faint and sweet and wet.
Check out my last poem "Humming Bird"
Yes, this is a poem about a pear. Seems a little random or odd but my favorite thing is poems that take the most mundane things and turn them into a beautiful piece of work. I like this poem and all its randomness - I hope you do too!
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About the Creator
Derek Evers
Hello! I'm Derek, a writer based in Portland, OR. Author of short stories, poetry, and blog posts about the things that interest me. Be kind to yourself and others, always.
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