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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Robert Watson
Cantaloupe
I am like a cantaloupe
You've long forgotten
At the bottom of the refrigerator
Over by the corner of the shelf
Where I should be sweet
I've grown rotten to the core
Where I should be firm
I've grown soft
Yielding easily to these external pressures
Soon
There will be mold
Perhaps
If I'd been more like ketchup
I'd have been more indispensable
Not so easily discarded
When I am old
Lasting a long time
Even after opening to air
I'd still be bold
Or a can of pears
Sitting on a shelf
Resting quietly
Until the next time
You went rummaging for something good to eat
You think I am a walnut
With this hard shell?
Hah!
You should see me in the mirror
When I'm not looking
I hardly recognize myself
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