Jaime: "A potato is a pomme de terre..."
Nancy: "beware the bad pomme..."
Piper: "and a poem is a pomegranate. :)"
Here is my go after all the comments and ideas mixed (a quick three minute poem):
to eat, or to be eaten by the inevitable edit:
beware the poem that has eyes!
it is hungry, and can see you from any angle,
but so are you. The water pot
is already boiling and the knives
are poised to peel
away the skin and extract
its knotted vision.
beware the poem that has eyes!
it is hungry, and can see you from any angle,
but so are you. The water pot
is already boiling and the knives
are poised to peel
away the skin and extract
its knotted vision.
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