A poem that doesn’t fit.

Eating a Pear

Its texture is so grainy, you’re offended

But you forgive it, because it’s so sweet

Its juices drip down your face

At first you’re angry

But then you laugh

You know that something this good

Could never be contained


This poem doesn’t really fit anywhere and I think that is why it has been rejected.

Its short.

It’s not formal, it’s not a haiku or any type of poem except maybe free verse.

It doesn’t rhyme.

It’s an odd subject.

And yet, I love it.  I will not throw it out.

Guess that means I’m still failing.


6 thoughts on “A poem that doesn’t fit.

Share your thoughts on this piece.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s