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The Cherry Picker.

Contributed by MsScissors on Tuesday, 10th August 2004 @ 05:39:55 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Everyday,
she grew older.
she took men
like cherries
as if she
were making pie.
Everyday.

She sadly,
grew so weary of pie
that she wouldn't
pick a cherry
if she could.
though she saw
a hundred bright cherries
bright enough to bake
a brilliant pie


She met a cherry picker
who was just like she
as she
remembered herself.
tearing through the branches
of all the trees she could
stripping them of all the berries
and living on the
high diet of pie.

Famished
she touched the skin
of the cherry picker
smooth and hot with sun
her mouth filled with the taste
of the cherry picker

And he
distracted by her
like a spider
by debris whos wafeture
introduced it to
tugging on web.

The she
Narcissine
gazing in a glassed pool
loved herself in
the cherry picker.
suckled her own lost days
from the other

He was
awe striken, paralyzed
by the fourtune teller
who could somehow
refuse cherries.
Her lips and tounge
fragrant and red
stained
and the scent
that floated about her.

She shook herself
struck suddenly
by the familiar
smell of cherries
and red stained hands on her back
She shuddered and cringed,
and picked herself up
she walked from the orchard
stiff and tricked
"cannibals..." she thought.

She stood on a hill
overlooking the orchard
and the cherry picker,
dilligent
back to work in the trees.




Copyright © MsScissors ... [ 2004-08-10 17:39:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Cherry Picker. (User Rating: 1 )
by Hakiokusaken on Tuesday, 10th August 2004 @ 10:52:02 PM AEST
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Please make this clear to me, Im probably not educated enough to understand it and I really want to. please send pm to explain.

HAKIOKUSAKEN


Re: The Cherry Picker. (User Rating: 1 )
by Sagacious on Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 10:02:02 AM AEST
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The intricacy hidden in such deceptively simple lines is delectable. Rising and falling with the throes of passion, this looks like a straightforward allegory on the redeeming power of newfound love. Yet, your description clues us in to the twist, which the poem introduces with this amazing stanza:

The she
Narcissine
gazing in a glassed pool
loved herself in
the cherry picker.
suckled her own lost days
from the other...


This is so original, it's revelatory: how many of us are, in fact, looking for some part of ourselves in another? The poet's realization of what she's done is gripping--She shuddered and cringed, / and picked herself up / she walked from the orchard / stiff and tricked / "cannibals..." she thought.

Undoubtedly, one of the best works of the past month. Thanks! -KAC-


Re: The Cherry Picker. (User Rating: 1 )
by blackholesun on Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 04:51:06 PM AEST
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oh man i loved this one its like a story you told,this is romance and tragic all together i felt like the cherry picker reading this,i could really get into the mental picture it was great,thanx 4 writing i loved it!




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