Life of the Celery

by Cindy   May 13, 2009


Life Of The Celery

He walked over slowly, picking me up
I was hanging out in the produce aisle
Running his hands over me, turning me over
Feeling a warmth travel up my stalk

He felt me for my firmness
Checking me for my age
I knew I was the youngest and freshest
Of the bunch

He took me and my friends home with him
We were placed in a funny looking box
It was cold and dark
Sometimes a light would come on

Yet the hand always reached passed me
How I longed to feel that warmth again
I was losing my youth and freshness
Once again left sitting in the cold dark box

It seemed like I sat there for so long
Then the light once more came on
I felt the warmth of his hand
His fingers encircling my stalk

I heard him speak for the first time
"Who wants celery in their salad?"

Written for a club challenge as something in a fridge.

By: Cynthia Graver
May 13, 2009

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a refreshing piece, Cindy. Made me smile. Well done and all the very best
    Ben

  • 14 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    I loved this poem Cindy!.. it was really funny lol.. and brought a HUGE smile to my face, hehe. The poor celery wanted to be noticed.. bit like us human beings I suppose. LOL

    All the best and take care.

    Olwin.

  • 14 years ago

    by James Bernard Overzet

    I really liked this poem, It reminded me of the poetry I was first introduced to as a young man in grade 3 or so. Well done good job.

  • 14 years ago

    by anand singh

    Looks like I hit the caps. button accidentally..sorry bout that.

  • 14 years ago

    by anand singh

    After all the pain and on this site, it's refreshing to read something this cute my friend.You put it together so well.
    aN ENJOYABLE READ.
    pAUL...

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