Olives

While others found it sensual, I found it also warming and romantic. Olives are small delicious fruits that are hard to grow and hard to pick. Resembles a relationship that took time to ripen but in the end, was totally worth it.

The modes of your imageries are so settled, effortlessly drawn. You do not need to be someone else. Always yourself.

But for crying out could you change the category from the miscellaneous to mischievous, in this one??

I really liked this one. It started off as a blank canvas and you just penciled in the outline leaving the reader to develop the colour to their own particular story (very clever) . Personally it took me to Malta where I spend a wonderful time many years ago...you brought back memories for me that were all but forgotten so...cheers for that :)

I actually disagree with both of you. Danny and MA. I think no one will appreciate this poem as I did. Olives are the outcome of an artistic process. Salted sticky and plucked from a heavenly river. You have to appreciate every piece of olive. It withstood a lot to be in such a rich state. Thank you for this poem.

It's so fascinating to me that this is sensual, as Milly noted, even though olives for some reason give me the creeps lol (like when people eat them by the handful out of a jar yuck, but I do love them on pizza). It's neat that you made a whole scene with this simple image of an olive. Love the tenderness and final image of this person next to you, opening their palms.

Something I never would have thought to write about :)