Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Pomegranate on the Border

Glorious garment ahead,
Crippled soul enamored,
The soft edges inviting
My fear to touch.
Lungs not ready
To breathe,
Tongue not ready
To savor.

Transcendental thing,
No casual series of threads
Soon to unravel.
Celestial comeliness
Within the hem.

Fruit –
Blue, purple, scarlet,
Priestly ornaments,
Life of the mystery
Revealed to weary eyes,
Tear-stricken eyes.
I would taste what I see,
Fear be damned!

Twelve years…

I come bearing fruit,
Wearing the robe
Of another,
Complexion colored
Of liquid ruby.
The naked, the hungry,
The empty –
Come quickly.




For prompt #103 by the good folks at Read Write Poem .

9 comments:

  1. I like the mysterious quality in this, and the first person perspective; it makes the religion/legend qualities which are well described, something directly experienced by the reader.

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  2. This is indeed mysterious and rich. I can feel the trepidation in "Lungs not ready
    To breathe,
    Tongue not ready
    To savor."

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  3. You've captured a very nice experiential quality here. I love the lines:

    Life of the mystery
    Revealed to weary eyes,
    Tear-stricken eyes.


    and

    I come bearing fruit,
    Wearing the robe
    Of another


    Exquisite.

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  4. mysteriously good....thanks for sharing this

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  5. I really like the way this ends. The whole piece has a nice stately progression that gets beautifully upended by the "come quickly" at the end. Very nice.

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  6. I loved the hesitation that you so vividly expressed "lungs not ready... tongue not ready..." and the anticipation "soon to unravel" and in the end the desire to "come quickly". The progression drives the words and the words are so expressive. Thank you for this lovely poem, Jerry!

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  7. This was all so very good, but the last part was a poem unto itself..what a great ending!

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  8. The contrast between the first and last stanza is amazing, in the first there are glorious garments but a crippled soul , in the last “I come bearing the fruit/wearing the robe of another “…the hungry, the naked…the appearance is meager but the richness inside is overwhelming. thanks

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