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Poetics: How to Cut a Pomegranate (posted by Kim)
"The challenge is to think of a fruit, how it looks before and after it has been cut open, and how it tastes. Think about where and how it grows, and what it makes you think of."
Mango–exotic name for a fruit
especially if you were growing up in Brooklyn. Dad's passion was mangos. Red and green ovals sat in bowls until deemed
ripe. Too soon, and the taste
will be sour. Too late,
and the fruit turns to mush. Do not be fooled by a mango's nondescript appearance. Cut through skin in sections. Peel each one, and you will have found gold. The center pit is large and long. Your challenge is to remove as much golden fruit as you can. Taste that juice, eat that fruit, and you will agree, the fuss is worth it.
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It makes me think of avocado, one of my favorite fruits, although I don’t always think of it as “fruit.” It’s a little bit of tricky thing to eat avocado at its prime also, not too early or too late. Enjoyed this poem and its ties to your family memories.
The title alone is like a delicious mouthful, Sara, and I used to think the mango was exotic. Now I love them so much, I can’t get enough of them! Like all fruit, the timing is touch and go, but a sweet mango is a delight. Yes, the fuss is worth it.
Oh, I quite agree, it’s definitely worth it! The sunny yellow ones from Pakistan are delicious! The red-green ones are deceptive, you’re right, too soon and they’re sour, too late and they’re mush. Lovely poem 🙂
purplepeninportland 
It makes me think of avocado, one of my favorite fruits, although I don’t always think of it as “fruit.” It’s a little bit of tricky thing to eat avocado at its prime also, not too early or too late. Enjoyed this poem and its ties to your family memories.
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I love avocados! Thanks, Susan.
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They truly are delicious when just right.
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Thanks, Dale. Love them!
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Me too!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Lucy!
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Finding that perfect moment – so important. I love the childhood memories that have come with this prompt.
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Thanks, Sarah!
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Mangoes are perfect when just ripe. I don’t blame your dad for his passion!
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He used to buy fresh coconuts and open them with a hammer.
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The title alone is like a delicious mouthful, Sara, and I used to think the mango was exotic. Now I love them so much, I can’t get enough of them! Like all fruit, the timing is touch and go, but a sweet mango is a delight. Yes, the fuss is worth it.
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Thanks, Kim!
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Oh, Sara. The title is yummy on its own and this line: Your challenge is
to remove as much golden fruit
as you can.
they gave me memories of my sisters and me competing who could get the thinnest pit. we were young then so. 😀
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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Delicious and one of my favorite fruits. Love the title and all the fruity mangoes exotic sweetness!
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I can see you are a woman of fine taste! Thanks, Grace.
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Oh, I quite agree, it’s definitely worth it! The sunny yellow ones from Pakistan are delicious! The red-green ones are deceptive, you’re right, too soon and they’re sour, too late and they’re mush. Lovely poem 🙂
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Thanks, Sunra. I have had the yellow ones, and they are sweet.
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Yes, oh yes! We have them often in homemade salsa, in margaritas, cut up in salad and topping yogurt! Nicely done, Ms. Sara.
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Thanks, Helen. I knew you’d be appreciative regarding mangos.
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Sara 😀 Mango is one of my favorites! 💝💝
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You have good taste! Thanks, Sanaa.
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