Do not dress me up with red sheen
Nor coat my crown with golden hue
I don't need stitches nor brown glue
What scars & grooves I have are green
Painted by sun, queen bee, so keen
On seeding the sweetest fruit genes
Don't mess up my natural dew
When you dress me up with red sheen
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Victoria Slotto - Poetry form is High Octain
two tercets and a couplet,
eight syllables per line or as iambic tetrameter, your choice,
first line is a refrain, repeated as the last (some variation acceptable).
Rhyme-scheme as follows :
A-b-b
a-c/c-a
b-A
A = refrain line.
c/c refers to line five having internal rhyme which is different to the a- and b-rhymes. The midline rhyme does not have to fall exactly in the middle of the line
Picture credit: here
Oh I agree!
ReplyDeleteLet imperfection be.
The natural flaws that we possess are what makes us all so uniquely perfect & apart from one another. I so missed your delicious gathering of words... Hi Grace! :)
ReplyDeleteOh so true! I don't need nor want artificial shine applied to my fruit. I love this!
ReplyDeletePerfection is overrated, not to mention impossible. In this case, it's just a matter of hidden flaws instead of obvious ones.
ReplyDeletePerfection is pffft indeed. Who needs that? Flaw away.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a perfect lesson about perfection. Wonderful work with the form. I'm smiling because I just ate a most imperfect apple--had to cut out the bad part but still, it was sweet.
ReplyDeleteBeauty is often enhanced by imperfection. Your poem works both literally and metaphorically on a few different levels.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous writing :D especially adore these lines:
ReplyDeletePainted by sun, queen bee, so keen
On seeding the sweetest fruit genes
Beautifully executed!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Exciting piece - crafted with innovation. Clever use of rhymes as well. I see you like these challenges as you managed this one very well!
ReplyDeleteYou take to the Octain like a trouper, & the wistful & wise message is clarion. I have thrived on imperfection all my life; part of being a pragmatist. Makes me think of the dye they put in oranges; yuk.
ReplyDeleteAn apple from Coraline and Neil...
ReplyDeleteImperfections are the mark of individuality, we don't need any more apple polishers in this world.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Happy Easter, Grace, enjoy your weekend ahead. xo
ReplyDeleteAh,,,no need for polish...hear, hear!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this so much, not an easy form to write. I agree - just leave us alone to Be,
ReplyDeleteWow, you nailed it, Grace! Enjoy your weekend. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThat is a striking image and I love the title!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verse...your words are apples of gold :)
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI love this. Imperfect elegance.
ReplyDeleteI love this. Imperfect elegance.
ReplyDeleteThe smoothness of the writing and yet the exclamation.
ReplyDeleteThat explains it. We are all as we've been created. We can polish our flaws but it doesn't change things. The Granny Smiths accept the Red Delicious. That's the way it is! Great observation, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis left me wondering if you began with the image first because it is so perfect for your poem. Perfection is over rated. I like my apples AND those I surround myself with to be more organic.
ReplyDeleteReally liked the topic, and perfect title for this too!
ReplyDeleteLove this so much, especially coupled with that great visual. Awesome piece.
ReplyDeleteI can't polish away or change my flaws and not one scar would I give up. I used to run myself through the car wash for a bath--was neither cleaner or dirtier when I exited only wet.
ReplyDeleteI like that more supermarkets are finding homes for their wayward , homely fruit ~
ReplyDeleteSMiLes.. i for one
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