Plums


A tanka for Three Word Wednesday. Deviant, minuscule, trivial.
I like words!

Plums

My deviant mouth
Bites a plum, she laughs aloud-
Mess is trivial,
Minuscule compared to the
Taste of kisses, plums and love.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

 

This poem is for all of us poor sods who can’t eat a plum without getting plum juice everywhere. I don’t eat them inside or I’ll have to mop a floor. This is a problem with most yummy juicy fruits, actually. And popsicles. But they’re so good! I refuse to feel bad about being messy with yummy foods.

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3 responses to “Plums

  1. You just got nomernated by me for the Versatile Blogging Award. Woo Woo! No pressure to participate, just know that you’ve been selected especially for writing lovely poetry 🙂 But do, of course, feel free to participate if you so desire.

    Here’s the whole story: http://thecolorlime.wordpress.com/2012/03/14/the-no-post-streak-urgh-and-versatile-blogging-award/

  2. Pingback: The Versatile Blogger Award | beespoetry

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