Your eyes,
sad as rotting tomatoes on a vine,
now, past wanting
the hungry pull of a hand.
I can’t imagine
the fruit wouldn’t have been
chin dripping sweet, but
there’ll be no tasting,
no savoring juices
exciting the genitals of a tongue.
When death
lays like polished granite over your eyes,
the pain will be gone,
the fruit finally picked.
Originals are better than remakes.
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- Pat Paulk
- 2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
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17 comments:
Wow! Terrific poem, Pat. Overflowing with imagery and feeling. A+
Nice. I really like the first two lines especially.
excellent.
chin dripping sweet :)
Amazing.
poignant
beautiful
WOW!!!
oh my. beautiful imagery carved in the sadness of the finite. all the lines are my favorite, tied together by the perfectly chosen title.
Wow! You continue to reveal a veritable well of creative eloquence.
this left me feeling sombre
shades of mortality
too close to my grave today
i should drink some more coffee and write a smutty limerick :)
cheers
Very intense, and for me...sombre .....
Some very vivid images are in this polished poem with a rather perminent and cold feeling end. There is an emotion underlying here that I can't quite put my finger on (I think you felt it but didn't want us to know about it). All in all quite somberly beautiful.
a lot said here
sweetly sad and full of incredible images.touching.
"sad as rotting tomatoes on a vine"
Only you can come out with something like this. It made my day/evening!
Terrific!!
I think you are describing a dying person,(that's what i thought after i read it again)
Wow Pat! Terrific imagery and a lot to think about. Excellent.
Thanks Don!! A+, never got one of those.
Thanks Brian for coming by and commenting.
Inconsequential, the best way to eat tomatoes and watermellon. thanks!!
Jane, thanks!!
Polona, another WOW. The best!!
Rax, thank you very much. Have tried leaving a comment on your last poem, but for some reason blogger won't let me. Great stuff you have going there!!
Vaughn, thanks for the eloquent comment!!
Floots, I'd love to read the limerick.Maybe I could comment without the echo of a cow. Thanks!!
Thanks Katie!!
Russell, I confess to seeing a friend with some very sad eyes, but my muse took the poem in a different direction than I expected.
Thanks Andrew!!
Cocaine, thanks!!
Gautami, glad to be a part in making your day. Thank you!!
Dsnake, you are right. Though, it's not about anyone I know. As I told Russell, the muse just took something I saw, and came up with her own tale.
Thanks Janice!!
I'll be thinking of these images tonight at work.. I tend vines like these.
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