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The Pear Pit
I fell into a pear pit
upon a summer’s day.
I fell into a pear pit
and whiled the time away.
How sad will be the hunter,
as sad as he can be,
finding not a pitted pear
but finding only me.
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Leland James is the author of five poetry collections, four children’s books in verse, and a book on creative writing and poetry craft. He has published over three hundred poems worldwide including The Lyric, Rattle, London Magazine, The South Carolina Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, New Millennium Writings, The American Poetry Review, The Haiku Quarterly, The American Cowboy, and The Ekphrastic Review. He was the winner of the Aesthetica Creative Writing Award and has won or received honors in many other competitions, both in the USA and Europe. Find him at www.lelandjamespoet.com & https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/leland-james
I was not sad at all to find,
your pear pit poem here.
Let me help you out and we
can go and have a beer.
Thanks for the read and the chance to warm up my numb-skull.
I’m not sure what this poem is really about, but I kike it.
Well, that’s perfectly understandable because the poem isn’t about anything. It’s just a bit of whimsey playing around with words. Glad you like it.
Well, that’s perfectly understandable because the poem isn’t about anything. It’s just a bit of whimsey playing around with words. Glad you like it.
Whimsey is always good unless it’s represented as something else. But I still think that there is a perverse moral lesson lurking beneath the surface. Poems at all times are meant to be read into.
Shall there be a pity party for lack of pitted pear? Yes, Leland, it’s very whimsical, and carried further, might lead to something a la “Peter Piper picked a peck…” etc. Thanks for this humorous ditty.
While strolling on the parapet,
I happened to look down:
There Leland James was sitting
In a pear pit on the ground.
With one last bite, I dropped my pear pit
Squarely on his pate–
Now, won’t that hunter have
A pretty riddle to relate?
Such fun! Thank you for this bit of finely crafted whimsy.
Oh my! I’ve never been IN a poem before. Thanks.