Love, Love and More Love

Love

This Post Comes with a Warning for Lovers

There are times poems take me over. Usually they have more than eight words but this little one, included in Penguin’s Poems for Love, has had me turning myself inside out for days and days now

What Love is Like

Love is like
a pineapple
sweet and
undefinable

(Piet Hein)

It has caused me to see pineapples in a whole new light. I’ve spent hours trying and failing to take photographs of their thick skins and juicy flesh. I’ve been luxuriating in their deep scent, making smoothies with them, grazing on them, caressing them in shops and wanting to recite the poem to everyone in sight.

I’d never, ever had thought of love being like a pineapple. At least, I thought I wouldn’t have. If I’d had to pick a fruit, I’d say it would have been grapes, apples or, maybe, passion fruit.

Now, I’m hooked on pineapples.

Go on, tell me which fruit, vegetable or anything else you would substitute for ‘pineapple.’ 

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

17 thoughts on “Love, Love and More Love”

  1. Love is like a prickley pear..proceed with caution, once pass the thorns the rewards are great, delve in and enjoy! Or Love is like a banana sometimes creamy and smooth other times unripe and tart..and watch out for the outer skin as mishaps can occur..if not careful!

  2. Sonnet XXX
    When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
    I summon up remembrance of things past,
    I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
    And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
    Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
    For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
    And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
    And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
    Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
    And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
    The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
    Which I new pay as if not paid before.
    But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
    All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

    ~ William Shakespeare

  3. Wow – good question. I’d say love is like a tomato. You think it’s a vegetable – firm and plump and full of substance. Yet, it surprises you with its seeds, putting it in the category of blueberries and raspberries. Feminine, tasty, curvy. Love is like that – you think it’s one thing, and then it becomes another, even though it looks/feels/smells the same from one day to the next. :-0

  4. .. and now you have planted the pineapple seed with us! I can smell it Jean 🍍🍍🍍
    Love is grapes. It can be transformed and lasts forever with careful preservation.

  5. Ha! Love pineapples. I used to haul them – over here in eastern North America the pineapples generally travel with the bananas by ship from the tropics and then by truck to destination. We do not eat a lot of them so a truck destined for a wholesaler would have about 25 skids of bananas and one skid of pineapples. For a few bucks (US) the dock guys would throw on an extra case of pineapples. I would eat fresh pineapple (which can be messy) all the way to the customer. Yum!

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