Fruit bowl
- May 13
- 1 min read
By Wendy Mu
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Standing patiently
On the table, in a proud form
A bowl filled with harvests
rich of light grown life
Oranges, bananas, apples, grapes
Once a seed, a sprout, a vine
that drew from the earth, a masterpiece
Of juice and color, woven with fiber
Its wish simply to share
its own form and style
Sour, sweet, soft, crunchy
Round, long, spiky, smooth
Which will you choose,
It challenges you curiously
With all its best presented
All at once, just for you
I pick up a banana, then an apple
Then an orange, and then a pear;
I pick it all because I can,
The cornucopia at last empty
And the empty table piece sits,
In content rest, its task fulfilled
Of being a fruit bowl
Author Bio: Wendy is an individual who was an accountant and is now seeking new horizons in life. She is currently studying topics that intrigue her to find out more where her interests and strengths might be. As a writer, she enjoys creating spontaneous pieces (silly short stories or jokes at whim), reflective pieces, and also poetry – something she learned to enjoy and express herself better with in her creative writing class. One of Wendy’s bucket list items is to write a children’s book, as she remembers the fun of looking through picture books for hours as a kid. Wendy’s writing style typically leans towards the dramatic expression, as she tries to capture interesting emotions using lexicon – humor, heaviness, and everything in between. |
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