ode to a pistachio
shelled you are green,
ever so green,
to the tongue
i want your taste
in the long afternoons.
to taste you
the thin blonde skin.
where the thinking’s done.
i do not know
you think, nor will—
but for now
all i taste, imbibe,
all that is green,
all that is good.
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!