Ripe and sweet, you plucked my heart from the vine
With promise of a life of perfect summer days.
Rich crimson -- the fruit is sliced,
slashed -- its seeds splayed on paper plates.
In fall, memory of that summer shines
in the faces of children who play,
in the faces of children who play,
slowly ripening; our tangled vines
threatening to trip small bare feet.
Winter makes me wonder
what might have been
had you left me there
to ripen further on the vine.
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19 comments:
holy moly that was goood!
I wish I had written it....very nice writing
We'll never know what might have happened ~ no tomato goes uneaten! Great Magpie!
mmmm nicely done!
tight write. that last stanza is very telling....great magpie!
Very nice - love the imagery!
A powerful first line! "Plucking my heart from the vine" sounds so dramatic! A sense of wistful melancholy in the last stanaza is appealing!
You did the three seasons so well... tomatoes or people. Unpicked tomatoes drop seeds and are renewed in the spring, but people? You left it hanging and got us thinking.
Wonderful thought provoking poem, especially
the last verse...what if?
Wow, love it well done
Slashed -- its seeds splayed on paper plates.
Vivid.
Such great metaphors in this! Truly a wonderful poem! :-)
simply beautiful!
Lots of love and passion here.
Nicely written!
A great Magpie! I love the door to further imagery you open at the end. :)
a very fresh Magpie.
well done!
loveNlight
Gabi
Wonderful! I often wonder the same thing.
To ripen further..wonderful..thank you...
sweet poem.
lovely images!
welcome to a tomato feast in my place.
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