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Eulogy For a Pea

How ignoble Such a pretty thing So petite So round So shiny green I'd opened a bag of mixed vegetables Careless with the knife It rolled away All by itself Along the outer edge of the counter Fell without sound on the floor Just a pea I thought Nothing more So I finished making my salad Lettuce Carrots Onions Celery Peas Yes many many peas Except.... Except the one forgotten On the floor I thought to look Put aside the dish Squish! I barely felt it Barely felt that little pea Under my foot Then suddenly! Despair That poor little pea Separated from friends Smashed to pulp on my dirty kitchen floor What an ignoble end

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/7/2010 10:24:00 PM
I give up. hahaha. and end here at the cool pea poem! LUv, Andrea
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Date: 4/18/2010 11:22:00 PM
This reminds me of the time I wrote about lusting for french fries I saw in a dumpster just the kind of inane thing only you and I might write about hahaha. LUv , andrea. I'm OUT OF HERE> it's well after midnnight now GEEEEZ
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Date: 4/23/2009 3:47:00 PM
Daver, I shall never look at tiny pieces of food on my floor the same way. :) Usually, they have me bitching at my husband (the one who PUT them there!) not making me sad...but this? you have me wanting to treat that pea as the golden cow. amazing, what you do. as for the poor median-man...yup - he bit the dust, vulture style. :) He shouldn't have been so boring, I guess. lol how dark am i now? lol I've been reading too much Stephen King. love, K
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Date: 4/18/2009 5:09:00 AM
you are the king, my friend. this is just wonderful. i was ear to ear the whole time while reading.
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Date: 4/9/2009 1:08:00 PM
LOL glorious with this one, Daver !!!! Great writing about a subject we're unlikely to ever see again at the Soup!! Awesome, delightful and I'm about to run out of adjectives ... smile ...
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Date: 4/6/2009 6:02:00 AM
Unlike many I'm a great lover of peas... have been ever since I was a kid. Richly deserving of an ODE all to itself! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 4/6/2009 5:26:00 AM
hahahaha - Thank you for this fun fun poem Daver! I too have thought of food that's wasted - It's life purpose is to be food for someone or something, and in an instant of squishing - "an ignoble end"
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Date: 4/4/2009 9:14:00 PM
clever! i look foward to more!
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Date: 4/3/2009 4:29:00 PM
Now to come up with such a creative piece on something as ordinary as a pea takes talent. Good job! One can also take a deeper message away from this poem. Interesting piece. Thank you for sharing it and for your kind words on my poem. Karen
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Date: 4/1/2009 5:53:00 PM
Thanks for commenting on Photographs poem. I love it that you have constructed an album. Whether we knew them or not, we simply must honor the ones who came before, and helped form us. Bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Love, love, dear Daver
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Date: 4/1/2009 5:41:00 PM
Check your Soup Mail...
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Date: 4/1/2009 1:39:00 PM
I left a note on your Soup Mail
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Date: 4/1/2009 2:38:00 AM
Wow Daver, sounds like you and the pea emotionally bonded,,,poor, poor pea. You are so silly!
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Date: 3/31/2009 5:21:00 PM
LOL I don't like peas anyway so I lost no tears for your poor little pea, but what a great poem! You rock Daver! ~Trudy
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Date: 3/28/2009 2:46:00 PM
Is some Mom pea out there saying I didn't particularly raise my son to be underfoot, but not like that? Life is endlessly filled with things to write about. Who'd a thunk it! Poor pea, better in your digestion, anyday. Thanks for comments about "Rumination" poem. Another is in the works you may like, similar subject over which I am mad and I ain't gonna take it!!! Love, love3
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Date: 3/27/2009 1:52:00 PM
Ok, Daver. This is a little scary, because I have actually had similar feelings. Yes, even about a lost pea. Or a bad blueberry I had to throw out (feeling like I was taking it away from its family). Am I scaring you now? But, never thought to write about it. How cool of you! If this is some type of metaphor just forget you ever read this comment. ~lol~ I love this poem. Poor pea. Love, Shar
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Date: 3/27/2009 7:56:00 AM
This is hilarious, Daver. Thank you for the great laugh!!!
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Date: 3/27/2009 7:43:00 AM
Wow.....now this is a first!!! I am totally enthralled with your wit and compassion for a poor little smashed pea! You had me almost crying over a pea, for criminey sakes!! What kind of genius is that???!!! You are the master!!
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Date: 3/27/2009 7:00:00 AM
This is an allegory so powerful, and so full of pathos it proclaims nothing more than genius and sensitivity in you. Good write.
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