Pomegranate, oh pomegranate,
A fruit that's so divine,
A symbol of feminine power,
With a beauty that so sublime.
From the outside it appears,
Just like a little ball,
But oh, the secrets it holds within,
Are worth exploring, after all.
Cut it open, and you'll see,
The ruby red seeds arranged,
Like little precious gems therein,
Intricate patterns unchained.
The juice so sweet and tangy,
A flavor so unique,
Invokes a sense of sensuality,
And a feeling of mystique.
In Greek mythology, it's the fruit,
That Hades made his queen,
Eating the seeds, kept her there,
In the underworld, unseen.
In ancient Persia, it was revered,
As a symbol of eternal life,
And in Jewish tradition, it's believed,
To contain 613 seeds rife.
In many cultures, it represents,
Fertility and prosperity too,
A symbol of a woman's power,
And all that she can do.
So, pomegranate, oh pomegranate,
How pretty thou art,
A fruit that carries so much,
Of meaning in its heart.
Let's celebrate this goddess fruit,
In all its feminine grace,
And cherish the pomegranate,
For all that it does embrace.
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Poetry
Poetrythe title speaks for itself, this account is full of short poems about the things I'm grateful for, appreciate and/or love.
