Enveloped, golden brown pastry.
Golden to taste and devour.
At first the golden smooth crunch.
Firmly biting the melting sugary goodness.
The melting crumbling pastry:
Giving way to brown syrupy filling.
Browned sweetened centre;
Soft, sticky filling, sumptious joy.
Gorged on the honyed puree:
Exploding taste of smooth refinement.
A delightfull, disintergrating mass;
Mouthfulls of syrupy fruit.
Lovely simplified poetry
Lovely simplified poetry of highest order Respected a.griffiths57 ... fit for a sample to be discussed in "creative poetry writing " class
©bishu
Fig Delight
Thank you bishu for your encouraging remarks. Much appreciated.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
because of its ease of read,
because of its ease of read, it felt like a comercial, and for me, this would be an insult, but lately i've been into this ordeal of subverting the whole commercial world and making it my own, e.g. in a sort of mockery (or culture jamming). I like the redundant feeling of this one, and that for this particular subject it works for me.
Fig Delight
Glad my poem worked for you, your comments appreciated.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Only a true poet can possibly
Only a true poet can possibly describe the subtle task of consuming biscuits with such eloquence. It is probably the first time poetry made my mouth water. Well written.
Fig Delight:
Thank you for your kind comments Saachi, much appreciated.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57