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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Harvesting Talent in Spring's Orchard

Dear patient followers: I have moved from the desert and when we unpacked our bags the cable company had trouble hooking up our internet. Once we unpacked the computer, it malfunctioned and we took it to a repair shop because the start button had been jammed by the movers. Thanks for not giving up on me. I wrote the following poem last night.

Harvest
By Eve Gaal

Forbidden fruit,
Art of desire--
Reach beyond what you see,
Stretch a bit higher.
Avoid the obvious
Easy branches--
Sweet but sticky
Immediate pleasure,
Instantaneously gratifying,
Low hung,
Possibly worm-infested,
Splashes of juice--
Filled pieces of heaven.

Take your time—

The sun-dappled ripeness will be worth it.
Stepladders, connections, mentors, prayers.
Lessons learned,
Sweaty secretions,
Long breaths.
Distress.
Wait for it.
Fill your cup,
And gallon jugs.
Practice getting it on tap...
...Thirst quenching flow....

But go....
Go.
Flex.
It’s attainable.
Rewarding.
Yes--higher.

To say it’s a faith thing makes it sound commonplace,
Perhaps trite and ordinary and it’s not.
This indelible unique moment,
Exceeds the average human’s grasp--
Where neatly trimmed,
Manicured orchards beckon,
Without taboos—
Or prohibitions because

Your talent is welcome.

10 comments:

  1. Very nice!
    Sorry the movers damaged your computer. Are they paying for repairs?

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  2. That's a lovely poem, Eve! Good to see you back up and running!

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  3. Greetings human, Eve,

    I was sitting on several pillows waiting patiently for your next pawst. I'm such a good dog!

    Such a thoughtful bit of prose. You do very well for a human :)

    I believe you should get some compensation for the damage incurred to your computer.

    Pawsitive wishes,

    Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!

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  4. I hope the move went well - other than the damage to your computer. Lots to think about in your poem.

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  5. Lovely poem! My favorite line? "Take your time—" I love what it means, and I love how you've set it in its own stanza, slowing down the pace of the poem. Very nice. ☺

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  6. Wonderful. One of the best I've read in a long time.

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  7. Beautiful poem, Eve! Glad you're all moved, settled in and writing:).

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  8. Loved your poem. Are you still in the desert?

    Hugs and chocolate,
    Shelly

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  9. Beautiful poem Eve!
    New blog... what happened to The Desert Rocks?
    Writer In Transit

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