Pre-Summer 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.
Happy to find this blog & you. Thought provoking poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery, Eve.
ReplyDeleteI know nothing about poetry, but I know how this makes me feel. Beautiful, Eve!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Wonderful Wonderful... Love all the images.
ReplyDeletecheers, parsnip
So vivid. Great job.
ReplyDeleteIt felt like summer was beckoning, until this week. Now it's cold and rainy. And my yard is SO un-manicured.
Hi human, Eve,
ReplyDeleteTis such a harvest of blooming marvellous thoughts you have bestowed upon my doggy eyes. Such wondrous verse and now I shall go to the garden to go, you know :)
Have a lovely weekend, dear human.
Pawsitive wishes,
Penny :)
Very well done. I like the metaphor--beautifully rendered. The last line really stands out.
ReplyDeleteLee
Tossing It Out
Lovely poem, Eve!
ReplyDeleteLovely piece here. I enjoyed reading it.
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