Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Harvested

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.

18 comments:

Don Iannone said...

Wow! Terrific poem, Pat. Overflowing with imagery and feeling. A+

Brian said...

Nice. I really like the first two lines especially.

Inconsequential said...

excellent.

chin dripping sweet :)

JaneDoughnut said...

Amazing.

polona said...

poignant
beautiful
WOW!!!

Rax said...

oh my. beautiful imagery carved in the sadness of the finite. all the lines are my favorite, tied together by the perfectly chosen title.

Masago said...

Wow! You continue to reveal a veritable well of creative eloquence.

floots said...

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

Katie McKenna said...

Very intense, and for me...sombre .....

Russell Ragsdale said...

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.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

a lot said here

cocaine jesus said...

sweetly sad and full of incredible images.touching.

gautami tripathy said...

"sad as rotting tomatoes on a vine"

Only you can come out with something like this. It made my day/evening!

dsnake1 said...

Terrific!!
I think you are describing a dying person,(that's what i thought after i read it again)

Janice Thomson said...

Wow Pat! Terrific imagery and a lot to think about. Excellent.

Pat Paulk said...

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!!

gracie said...

I'll be thinking of these images tonight at work.. I tend vines like these.

Rax said...


saw your poem in my scrying glass. come visit.