Sunday, June 3, 2012

carrots & peonies


root to bloom they captivate
from earthy folds

beta-carotene
struts orange

above pink
flower-fluff

skiving petals
ruffle a fist

of pawn tickets
beneath a horny bunch

quick to imbibe
wild juice

and crunch




tk/June 2012


R.A.D. Stainforth ... excellent at gardening ...



44 comments:

  1. Quite the challenge. Beautiful peom.

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  2. Proof reading is a must...sorry Poem.

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  3. Love the poem, love the veggie picture, but what happened to dear old RAD?

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  4. Juice and crunch! nice! thanks.

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  5. I like the wild juice and crunch ~

    Thanks for the challenge ~

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  6. imbibe is one of those "oh yea" words

    carrotosis is a myth!


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  7. i love the vocabulary in this, very ingenious usage, and afterall, words is what peotry is all about

    fruit essence facial mask

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  8. Yes! I love the addition of pawn tickets and horny bush...

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  9. The pawn tickets just make this, for me. LOVE this:
    "skiving petals
    ruffle a fist

    of pawn tickets"

    Fantastic!


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  10. "a horny bunch"

    Glad to see you haven't forgotten your Dear Readers!

    *wink*

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  11. cool sound to the words tess...they are crisp and have crunch....the pawn ticket and horny bunch are def a nice touch...

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  12. Cro: R.A.D. had many distractions this week...I think he may be waving a hanky at the Queen...

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  13. Marcheline: I do try to cater to my Dear Readers...

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  14. A vegetable scalper is a-peeling. Wonderfully expressive poem Tess. Thank you for sharing. =D

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  15. I love the 'taste and textures' of this poem......but I kind of miss that cigarette......

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  16. deliciously written! I love the crunchy bits!

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  17. Your readers are on the same wave length ... I wager everyone got up from their computers and wandered into the kitchen for some crunchy veggie snacks!

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  18. So succinct and yet so telling.

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  19. Wild juice and crunch - the very best!

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  20. loved the pawn tickets
    just great

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  21. Thanks. I really enjoyed chomping down on that one...

    ;)

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  22. Such a tasty treat this was in thought!

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  23. You have a way with food and words Tess!! :-)

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  24. I loved the "skiving" petals! Very nice.
    I went a bit mad with it today.

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  25. Hiya Tess.....enjoying your work here! Glad to have connected.

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  26. this was and healthy poem and than some. I did enjoy reading it.

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  27. Who would put the two together? You! Beautiful and I love carrots and peonies. I can see them so clearly as I read your poem. Beautiful!

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  28. root to bloom they captivate
    from earthy folds


    LOVE your opening!! Great poem, Tess!

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  29. The skiving petals did it for me, but total fun all the way.

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  30. There is something mysterious about those pawn tickets here. Your poems are often food for my brain!

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  31. Dear Readers, thank you so very much for not only taking the time to read my poetry, but to leave kind comments, as well. You make it so enjoyable to share my stuff.

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  32. Dear Tess: The injection of "pawn tickets" gives an account of personal memories "roots" along with the growth of these two plants. Fascinating and Tessian-esque~!

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  33. These words actually have a crispy-crunchiness to them. You are amazing! I hope I can come up with something original for this... will look at the others afterwards as I don't want to copy any ideas.

    You always make me stretch my brain. :)

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  34. Very clever, very crunchy as all have said. I'm sorry to have been so absent--my life has not been quite my own of late. k.

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  35. Crunchy munchy sweet poem...

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)