This is not what my cherries look like, but it's the photo prompt I picked for this week’s Poetry Jam session.
Prayer to My Cherry Tree
Cherry, cherry, quite contrary,
why do you in my garden grow
apace with a snail made merry
on Quaaludes with boulders in tow?
It seems your ripening has stalled
as the days till summer have flown.
I’ve stood so long my head’s gone bald
and several deep wrinkles have grown.
I feel as if I were drowning
deep in my salivary glands.
I sure wish you would quit clowning
and put some cherries in my hands.
Prayer works. These are the cherries plucked by my hot little hands.
Thank you, tree.
Thank you, tree.
22 comments:
ha ha ha held hostage by your cherries. That is precious.
nice...love cherries straight from the tree...a playfulness to your words today...somethings are worth the wait eh?
I know prayer works. Too bad I had to be desperate before I tried it!
Mmmmm cherry pie.
lol- and a funny prayer at that... the snail part was hilarious
Quaaludes always make me think of Framk Zappa. Why is that?
I can actually imagine him singing this. And I am seriously jealous of those cherries.
Just looking at the photo of your very own cherry crop makes my mouth pucker up ....
"apace with a snail made merry
on Quaaludes with boulders in tow?"
This is truly inspired. Quaaludes and cherries. Who'd of thought?
A pillhead would've thought. And, I point out, correctly spelled the word without Google. Whatever happened to those things?
I never did get Quaaludes? All they ever did for me was make me shake. Ah well.
But, I do love cherries. I'd take cherries any day over those things. They are great antioxidants but they also are good for the pain of gout which I just found out I have, actually I have pseudo gout. But now I can't find cherries anywhere.
Nice and lighthearted poem. So glad the cherries responded to prayer. But then I believe everything does.
Beautiful cherries from your tree. I liked your nursery rhyme beginning - I've never thought of trees as being contrary:-)
This is hilarious! This is how my tomatoes seem to be ripening.
Ludes were the drug of choice when I was in high school. I had a friend who sold them for her boyfriend. I was terrified that someone would force one down my throat. But then I was also afraid they'd make me sniff glue on the school bus. Ha. I was such a nerd.
Framk Zappa must be Frank Zappa on quaaludes.
Lovely piece of whimsy and excellent rhythm and rhyming too, Ms. Versatile.
The funny thing is that Framk looked just right to me. How terribly 'Lude.
Peter was my inspiration for the poem. To prove what an extraordinary poet he is, his rhymes today include the word "schnappsed." My hero!
mmmmm fresh cherries and patience rewarded :)
I would think pseudo cherries would work on pseudo gout. But what do I know?
Remembering leaving home for a few weeks as a 13 year old and picking cherries for beer money and smokes.
Yoru poem makes me hungry for cherries. But we won't get fresh cherries (from our area) until late July. YOUR cherries look delicious!
Longing for cherry cobbler.
Post a Comment