The worms tend to find every fruit..
The worm of spam seems to have found the fruit of your thread, MZ--this one reminds me of a crystal goblet, the day after one has drunk red wine and not washed up--beauty, pleasure, love--never without something to spoil it.
Oops, the car accident guy is gone now--good.
Ah, yes.. the poem must contain both fruit and worm (the toad in the garden, the blight on the rose).I so admire your ability to deliver really wise poetry on an almost daily basis - your high standard never wavers.
You are indeed one clever lady! Always love what you write, MZ! Hope you have a great new week!
Nice. But I try to stay away from things with worms...like rotten apples and tequila!
WOW!!!!!!!! This is spectacular. You blow me away.
so cleverly done!!
That should be the dictionary definition of poetry! Perfection, my friend!http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/copyright-fergregory-123rf-stock-photo.html
Because both fruit and worm are part of each...
I like what Kerry said. She's right.
Ditto Sherry - WOW
I love that the peeling has the power to find the rotting and the healthy bits.
Worms are people too. Or vice versa.
Keep peeling. That's all we can do. Or is that these bells just can't stop pealing?
hummingbird hover... elusive.
Wonderful. I especially like the double edge of the worm-- for a bird that might be just what is looked for. Thanks. K.
you always wow me...the fruit of your heart, the worm...my 'worm' is a many-thinged creature...always roaming, always morphing.
you remind me to go check on my composting worms ~
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