Monday, April 9, 2012

Brainstorm after Dry Spell


Mind’s eye spies gusher in olives 
After cleansing rain leaves oil slick.

4 comments:

  1. Thank you for the kind comment on my blog sir. You have a nice blog here!

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  2. Thanks, Keith, good of you to stop by and say so.

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  3. I think I have finally understood the poem, Vassilis. Thank you.

    Having spent a lifetime in the small hill towns, I had heard of but never eaten/seen an olive -- until last year when in Delhi the counter man at 'Subway' asked me if I would like to have olives. Its been a year now and I still have not been able to decide if I would like to have olives.

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  4. Good to see you kept with this poem until you understood it; now all you have to do is make up your mind about eating olives--believe me, they are delicious--just like your poems.

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