Cherry Stone

by N J Thornton   Aug 9, 2006


My breast pounds in woe
and my molars butcher the cherry flesh
wrapping the stone.
I say Good Sir; this is a bitter day for fruit.

Under my eyelid quakes a bead,
heeding protection from my rosy cheek --
I shall not let it roll,
and you shan’t be contented, Kind Sir.

As maggots emerge as blue bottles
and ewes birth lambs, again.
Then -- I will be glad and still, Sir
delighting alone in sweet cherries.

**This is metaphorical, please keep this in mind**

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  • 18 years ago

    by -The-Undying-

    Although i could not fully understand I got were this is going! this is amazing and im going to read more

  • 18 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    Hmm...this was very different from the things you normally hear. I'm not suer I got the metaphorical meaning behind it, but it was rather well written nonetheless.

    xDarkSuicidex 5.5

  • 18 years ago

    by Mousie

    I gave it a 5/5, but i honestly didn't get the whole metaphor... but i still gave it a 5/5 b/c i just think my brain isn't working tonight, and it still seemed awesome lol... nice job

  • 18 years ago

    by Goran Rahim

    Wow, so deep for me to understand it well,lol.
    very talented and written so nicley

  • 18 years ago

    by Kaylee

    Since it's one of those poems that probably doesn't give the meaning straight out, I took my own meaning from it.

    I liked how you described the poem but then made it seem like you were having a conversation with someone unseen but at the same time someone who feels like a real person.

    Maggots emerge as blue bottles
    and ewes birth lambs, again.

    One of my favorite parts involves the ewes and lambs. Again, for my own reason, but it was such a different description then I'm used to.

    One of your better poems, which is not saying much because all your poems are excellent, this just has something a little extra.

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