Used to think the world was an Orange in a black bowl - It was a time of innocence and creativity. Time added more fruit to my metaphor, a pomegranate, a pear - My best friend's funeral was an Aubergine. “That's not a fruit,” I said. Not fair. I was wrong.
My family and friends came to feed me again and again - Peaches, Nectarines, and Strawberry goodness. Figs of wisdom. But time ran its seasons, and innocence changed its eyes. The world became a single blue Marble-berry in a black night – Lonely. “Nostalgia is the taste of Childhood in a thirsty Man.”
Fruits are masquerading as Vegetables everywhere And again and again the Bananas just sit there, ripening. I won't. I'd rather die. Yellow is a colour that lies behind the eyes. Google feeds me now - monochrome smoothies of knowledge. “I pass the Turing Test every day using only a brain-pan of porridge.”
Fruit is dead of terrorism and anarchy. The more we know The more we see sweetness and colour for what it is - That Child in me back then he didn't understand How just eating the Apple is a one way path down a narrowing road. “The future presses in on every side and you cannot go forward … “
“There is all this fruit, everywhere, and no-one to tell you what to do.”
Tommy Randell 04th June 2017
I'm adding this Postscript after being asked what this 'Poem about Fruit' is really about. Well, of course it's a Poem so it doesn't have to be about anything. I would hope you find your own responses. If you want it to be about something 'clever' then of course I can give you a 'clever' answer: It is about Politics, especially here in the UK this summer 2017!