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The Gift
by David R Spellman
Some mystical swell
like fruit that must
by nature ripen
and exude its scent
delicious and
compelling.
No
more like flowers blooming
patiently growing from seed
to bud... and open up
magical displays
wondrous beauty that
attracts no more
no less a creature
than you
or me
hovering around
to devour its
pollinated ware
turning it into
nothing sweeter than
honey...
that makes you such
more pleasure to receive
01/11/2004 Posted on 01/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/22/04 at 05:01 AM Nice love poem Dave....Charlie |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/22/04 at 02:25 PM Tasty descriptiveness David, which could also easily pass as metaphor for a human friend or lover. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/24/04 at 01:46 PM 'The gift',to evolve into 'wonderous beauty' and infect the others, transmitting the beauty so evolved. One word is more than suficient to reflect the impression of this piece and thats Beautiful. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/24/04 at 11:02 PM I'm with Chris - I noticed a subtle sensuousness to this poem. Beautiful... |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 01/25/04 at 04:10 AM This poem has such captivating imagery, and the opening stanza is simply stunning, "fruit that must by nature ripen and exude its scent
delicious and compelling." There is definitely a sensual and raw tone throughout the piece...really beautiful work!
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