I've a pair of purplish-pink pears.They are my pets,
and my mate, upon piano, my dear pears, she sets.
As these fruits look fondly at my outstretched hands,
music bursts forth as on white keys each finger lands.
And let's not forget the black keys, as music swells,
accompanied by my mate's ringing...brass hand bells.
In my mind I hear my pair of pears as they sing along,
a pitch-perfect pair joining me & mate in joyous song.
(October...11th....2018)
Piano, pears, songs compose a masterpiece of abstract poetry!
Pear is a sweet yellowish- or brownish-green edible fruit which is narrow at the stalk and wider towards the base ans you have a pair of such fruits which sing and give music of piano. Mind amazingly hears them. An amazing poem is metaphorically and brilliantly penned...10
I've never thought about having a pear for a pet. Maybe not a bad idea, but I'm afraid I would eat my pets!
Please, Bri, allow me to give a response to Kim, thank you beforehand. Dear Kim, indeed, I had been thinking too like you, but I regard Bri's poem one and all entertaining and he gives his pet the name Pears, just to create a hilarious poem for entertaining all of the readers. Only Bri could create a poem like he is teaching pupils at school...........I am LOL again. Thank you for reading.
(cont.) ok, my tongue IS (partly) in my cheek; i DO appreciate the comments, but more so i am glad that such a simple poem could bring entertainment to so many, ..whereas my REAL masterpieces mostly linger in the backwaters of my list of PH poems. so, it's a mixed blessing. bri :)
That's oft like that, you are not the only poet who has such thoughts, Bri, just take the moments as they come, do never worry, just ENJOY whatever has occurred, writing a poem is such a beautiful being busy with yourself while thinking about the words and how the poem would be like: tragic, a drama or just a brevity. I always enjoy poems, but I have not much time constantly.
! an outpouring of comments on this one poor-pair-of-pears-&-piano poem has brought me to my knees, not in appreciation of the readers' adoration but at the thought that, while already a week or TWO behind in respondng to poem comments, i'm NOW saddled with MORE to respond to! ! ! (cont.)
THREE: God Bless You and your house-mate in Abundance. With love from The Netherlands, Sylvia Frances Chan
TWO: but I have truly enjoyed your musical performance, a pitch-perfect recital. Of course fruits never. How could it be that you have given the name PEARS to your cat-pet? She of course poops in her litter box, but if you have not a litter box for her, she poops on the floor, what a nasty smell must that be and a dirty house you will have....LOL...Thank you for sharing this entertaining poem. Please see THREE, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they rot though Bri....