#pip
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
A protein or atomic space
Neutrality speaks like
A pink lotus
teaches as my Muse
Its a cardamom pip
I disappear into blackness
then the car door
Banged !!
At the hour...
©ghairodanielspoetry2018
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
I plucked your heart
like a cherry.
crushing it till
the pip
cracked.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
be broken
my shoulders be
just be
what
for
my
head
to lean on
reason to me
reason to me
reason to me
oh song from moisture depths
i
am
be
yawned
hackers
mental
cleft
one
an
a
half
make three
The.
Greatest
Artist
Visuals
Ending
Love
?
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
A waxy, dimpled orb in my hand,
A tiny sunrise, sweet and sharp.
One nail-blade incision and the
Peel tears away when you find the foothold,
Then coursing acid fires through your cuts and bruises,
Burning and tasting wounds with sharp recoil taste,
An acerbic spark.
Pith lodges under my nails,
Tang cloys beneath my nose.
The fruit now pulled apart, the ceremony over,
Segments of the sun lie exposed.
Eat half and half a year you'll remain.
The stringy web of white
Latticing the fruit-flesh
Is a pain to unentwine
What with the juice.
An explosion when you pierce the pocket,
And the gamble of what the burst will be.
Hedge your bets by eating the tasteless ones too.
Then the bathos of a pip
(the pebble inside the fruit, too small to be a stone)
Punctuates the sweetness you'd been enjoying.
Now the fumbling spat to get it out.
And after all the effort it's flavourless,
And you ask was it worth it?
Wasn't even really orange.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC