Peeling Fruit

For dVerse Poets Pub.  Today is Quadrille Monday.


Peeling Fruit

“What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell, Waves fail to break hard layer’s bond of love, Wailing shore sends memoir to the sky above” ― Munia Khan

The knife plunges into the blood orange
and the chef pulls back the peel
and rips it from the orange.
the blood orange seeps red liquid.
I feel just like that orange.
the orange bleeds juice –
the human bleeds tears.
the knife keeps ripping.

24 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sherry Marr
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 14:55:59

    Yes, that is how grief feels, for sure.


  2. sarahsouthwest
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 15:11:47

    Ah, Toni, so much pain. I’m glad you have a safe place to bleed.


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 15:13:37

    Sorrow is like bleeding and keep bleeding.


  4. Frank Hubeny
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 15:14:36

    I like the comparison of the juice from an orange like a bleeding.


  5. kim881
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 15:23:46

    Your quadrille is so full of pain, Toni, it smelled of blood orange, and the sound of a knife ripping echoed through it. I wish I could offer some meaningful words of comfort, but I can only appreciate your words.


  6. Linda Lee Lyberg
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 15:37:10

    Your words are beautiful Toni and so true.


  7. Glenn A. Buttkus
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 15:46:29

    A blood orange violated by a knife is a perfect analogy. I feel privileged to be part of an audience of fellowship; bless you.


  8. revivedwriter
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 16:08:45

    Wow, this is intense! I like your vivid analogy.


  9. rivrvlogr
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 16:26:50

    So open and raw.


  10. Christine Bolton
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 16:28:07

    The reader cannot help but feel your pain. Raw, painful and incredibly sad. Wishing you comfort. 💕


  11. Jane Dougherty
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 16:42:40

    Orange a diluted red, tears diluted blood. It’s painful and cutting, and the emotion seeps out of your poem.


  12. gillena cox
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 16:49:59

    Oh the pain is stark in your quadrille



  13. lynn__
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 19:04:42

    The grief is ripe…


  14. Mish
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 19:35:11

    You are gifted, dear lady in expressing yourself so purely. The pain bleeds in your words and I think we should feel honoured to read them as you share your grief (love) so intimately.


  15. Arcadia Maria
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 19:55:33

    Wow. Intense imagery. Well done.


  16. Truedessa
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 20:21:30

    Your words bleed grief. The readers knows it is heartfelt.

    wishing you peace…


  17. areadingwriter
    Feb 24, 2020 @ 23:50:36

    Oh dear. Oh dear. This plunges and daggers straight to the heart.


  18. Ali Grimshaw
    Feb 25, 2020 @ 01:15:43

    Oh the pain of the ripping and tearing.. we all bleed the same.


  19. Shaun Jex
    Feb 25, 2020 @ 09:03:58

    Vivid imagery that really effectively captures the feeling of sorrow or grief. Thanks for sharing.


  20. Linda Kruschke
    Feb 25, 2020 @ 17:16:53

    “the human bleeds tears” — Sometimes I think it would be easier to bleed blood than tears, but we don’t get to choose our pain in this life.


  21. purplepeninportland
    Feb 26, 2020 @ 20:23:34

    “The knife keeps ripping” – that is a true description of grief.


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