
“Bruised Fruit and Tart Meat” by Carol Bass
shunned by the shallow
put off by rudely scarred life
unchosen ignored
sadly never to enjoy
ripe flesh sweetest of all
“Bruised Fruit and Tart Meat” by Carol Bass
shunned by the shallow
put off by rudely scarred life
unchosen ignored
sadly never to enjoy
ripe flesh sweetest of all
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A curious reflection on a curious piece of art . . . I mean that in a good sense . . .
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just call me George…
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beauty is only skin deep
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indeed
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thank you for linking my poem with your readers
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Let’s go from judging a person from their bruises, to telling the stories of how they got there and admiring their shapes; and marveling at how well they are framed by our rinds.
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wonderfully expressed
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This suits a culture buried in having just the latest thing on the market.
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it seems the eyes have become organs of consumption rather than appreciation
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I like how you used fruit as the persona of the human emotion
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so glad it worked for you
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a sad commentary on what is important to too many of us…your words bring us to our senses…
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it never ceases to amaze me that we shallowly ignore plain integrity in favor of vacuous celebrity
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