ode to a pistachio
shelled you are green,
ever so green,
to the tongue
ever green,
i want your taste
in the long afternoons.
to taste you
simple,
unsalted,
and clean
the green
underneath
the thin blonde skin.
the green
where the thinking’s done.
no.
i do not know
of what
you think, nor will—
but for now
i savor
this one
all i taste, imbibe,
and discover—
all that is green,
all that is good.
yes.
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Never underestimate the value of a good ode 😀
” all.that is green
all that is good “
Elevated musing for a nut
“the / green where the thinking is done” … is just delicious.
And why not meditate on a pistachio? This is fun!
I heard this in my mind as a voice-over, with a single pistachio rotating ever so slowly in a hand, maybe a little Al Green in the background… 😏
Great ode…..remember when they died them red?
This is one I would love to hear you read. Great rhythm to the words!
Delectable poem Pablo Neruda would eat it up!
🙂 thank you Kim. In a way, García Lorca might too, but it needs dancing, soldiers, blood, and the moonlight!
Nice! And I do love me some pistachios. Did you ever see the Bond movie “For Your Eyes Only”? There’s a character (played by the great Israeli actor Chaim Topol) who’s always eating pistachios and scattering the shells around him, a habit that figures into one of the action scenes.
that is a great movie! on the monk’s mountain? I love that scene!