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Free verse № 160225

Year of the Cucumber

by Dovina

Member since 2004 · Posted 21 Apr 2020 · 3 comments

If only I were a cucumber no brain to think no need for thought feel with feet in soil water and mulch absorb the sun mix with carbon wallah – food no way to wander no wanderlust just live where planted grow blooms in season seeds for children provide their food in a luscious green shroud then die without fear born without crying

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[7] nentwined 23-Apr-20/3:07 PM Reply
I stumbled a little at "feel"/"feel with"... flows better without to me. (why wallah vs. voila? If you were a cucumber? :) )

"no wanderlust" might be "no lust for wander"?

More food for thought than I expected.
[n/a] Dovina › nentwined 23-Apr-20/3:20 PM Reply
Wallah is an Arabic word similar to the French Voila.
cucumber - food - food for thought.
[9] Jill Stockinger 26-Dec-20/6:15 PM Reply
Enjoyed the thought and imagery. Loved the last line.