Saturday 5 September 2009

Harvesting

little plums, by reaching up for

drops

that hang like on a Christmas tree

under Autumn sun.


Feel for solid fruit,

pull down by closing finger grabs

in tiny time

yes, gorgeous for a while


but me (and mind) are off into ‘tomorrow’

hypnotized by stuff to do,

hell-bent to plan an avalanche


and soon my Tesco plastic bag is full

with blue and burning stars, heavy and

brimmed with purple energy. Little plums.


6 comments:

  1. Very good imagery, revealing meaning buried in layered depths.

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  2. Yes & I see those branches shaking & swaying & the dark brown birds diving in for they fair share. We had a plumb tree & an apricot tree when I was a child. We'd hit the trunks w/bats because that was suppose to stimulate the sap or something and produce ever greater avalanches. Wheew, you took me there again. I hope our bludgeoned limbs bring forth more abundance as well. Nah, I don't hope. I refuse to believe otherwise. That avalanche is going to be a beautiful monster

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  3. Nice.. an offer perhaps to William Carlos Williams?

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  4. Where I live, plums ripen in June, but no matter--such lovely use of language. Thanks! :)TX

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  5. This one works well, Loved it.

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