Poets sure love fruit. Think of Robert Hass's blackberries and Pablo Neruda's lemons. Here at the Indiana Review slush pile we encounter a lot of poets writing about fruits, and for some reason, over the last couple of years, we've seen a lot of pomegranates.
And why not? There's pomegranate martinis, pomegranates in Hades; it's a mythical, sensuous fruit. But too many pomegranates can become a cliche.
And now there seems to be a new trend toward persimmons. I approve of persimmons. After all, they grow well in Indiana, and persimmon pudding is a traditional Hoosier dish.
But now I fear persimmons may one day go the way of the pomegranate...and become a fruit poem cliche.
Do not excise all fruits from your poems; that would be foolish. But use them sparingly and with caution!