Sunday, July 19, 2015

Cherry Tomatoes


                    ... some poems live in us for decades before their time arrives

                                          ... cherry tomatoes popping in our mouths the last day of summer

                                                                                       



Photograph by Laura Berman, greenfusephotos.com

8 comments:

  1. You've done it again, Teresa. Considering how many times my old scribbles become a new poem after many years, I'd say you nailed the process. Something about history translating itself into the present tense.

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    1. Thank you very much. Your comments mean a lot to me ... love your last thought, so true and beautifully stated.

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  2. I mis-read your title at first, as "Cheery Tomatoes." They certainly are, and as appetizing as can be. It's a cheery thought, too, that the bits and scraps hanging around may ripen eventually. Every species comes to fruition on its own schedule. We're not necessarily the ones in control.

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    1. I have found in many an old notebook the seed of a poem ... I love that we are not in control of this process of fruition ... everything in its time ...

      Thank you for commenting, Linda.

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  3. Oh, this is so sweet and wonderful!

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    1. Thank you, Penny, I'm glad you like it ... :)

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  4. I've only recently learned this. Just a late bloomer I guess.

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    1. everything comes to fruition in its time ...

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