A pineapple's monologue

Head thistles woven, foot stake bound,
body hexagonal,
wound with spiral scales
from bottom to top
with numbers, ratio
and proportion
recurrent, all around
vigilant with eyes many.
Sword-shaped my defenses,
ready to prick intrusive hands
but are secure web sites
for spiders while insects
for pollination, a swarm
turns to my green and red
bracts. To be
at the service of natural order,
Nature gifts me
when mellow with sunshine hue
and the transcendence
of a sweet heart, sole source
of peace, my only hope and wish
for nothing on Earth
as compensation
for my numerous thorns.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2022-07-25 at 03:07

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A novel concept this. I like it very much. It actually cast my mind back some forty years to a place and time where I watched the harvesting of these fruits. There were sounds and scents that come back into my mind that otherwise were forgotten. Clever.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A vivid monologue, I heard the voice, the intensity.