Pomegranate Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pomegranate



Pomegranate

Pomegranates smile…
They never laugh… I did not hear.

In poems we saw them as miracle
Of the, Creation…of the, Creator…

But I never forget them; never, never ever…

My palms know them for their sticks
My mouth for lost teeth, to branches
(Tying a thread to both and jumping)
And…
…for pissing at them in colder days!

Monday, September 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: trees
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