Thursday

on foreign shores I

on foreign shores
how kind they seem, bananas
- like countrymen




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4 comments:

  1. old pajamasSunday, December 13, 2009

    I don't for certain how you meant this poem to be taken, but I found it wry and very funny...

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  2. catharina jarlSunday, December 13, 2009

    Hi pajamas. Not sure about wry but yes I'm happy if it brings a smile to the reader's face - it did to the writer's:) It came to me one day in the supermarket when all the tins and boxes seemed unfamiliar to me, I was tired and I couldn't find a thing on my shopping list. Suddenly I saw before me a great school (;-) of bananas and I was so happy just to recognize something.

    BTW there's an alternate version in the post before this one.

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  3. Carlos GesmundoTuesday, December 15, 2009

    I am amused by your verse because I have felt the same way when in a foreign place.

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  4. catharina jarlWednesday, December 16, 2009

    Thanks Carlos. As they say, a banana in need is a banana indeed:)

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