The mangoes that I grew up with
can’t imagine, if they’re
sweeter than the childhood
the hot summers and silent afternoons
in near round, mouth watering deliciousness
Sweet, yes, but also sour
a perfect semblance
of tastes at war, as I recall
My coming of age stories
intertwine often with this fruit,
mischievous tangy tastes in recipes
I will let you in a secret
it goes incredibly well
with vodka shots….
NaPoWriMo Day 24 : to write about a particular fruit – your choice. But I’d like you to describe this fruit as closely as possible. Perhaps your poem could attempt to tell the reader some (or all!) of the following about your chosen fruit: What does it look like, how does it feel, how does it smell, what does it taste like, where did you find it, do you need to thump it to know if it’s ripe, how do you get into it (peeling, a knife, your teeth), do you need to spit out the seeds, should you bake it, can you make jam with it, do you have to fight the birds for it, when is it available, do you need a ladder to pick it, what is your favorite memory of eating it, if you threw it at someone’s head would it splatter them or knock them out, is it expensive . . . As you may have realized from this list, there’s honestly an awful lot you can write about a fruit!
Together, they stand up to the odds, reminds me we can, too.
#NaPoWriMo Day 23: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) asks you to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem.