I handed you
Everything I wanted
You to see
Only the fullest fruit
Picked fresh
From the sunniest
Part of the tree
Hiding all that
Was left dying
On the vine
Turning first to black
And then back to ash
Long ago forgotten
And left behind
What’s not to love
From my handpicked selection
Carefully chosen
And placed over your shoulders
A beautiful Shawl
Painstakingly woven
Only the light was shown
The lengthy tunnel
With the seemingly
Never ending journey
Remains unknown
The window picked
With an obstructed view
Props marching by
Always on the job
The loyal crew
Will there be a day
When the fog will lift
Dry ice not replenished
My mask will slip
(Thanks for reading)
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Nice poetry blog (and music) – I’ll be back to read more. This poem I especially like!
Thanks Betty!
smart wording,
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Why thank you 🙂
loving the imagery
Thank you Jess.
An aspect of human nature woven nicely.
thank you Boog
Something about the flow that grabs me, Swanrose. I really like. Very engaging write.
Thank Adura. Feel free to browse around. I think you find this kind of flow in a lot of mine.
wow. deep. there’s a heartbreaking quality to this piece. a sadness. good job. I enjoyed reading this.
Oh, this aches! How often we struggle with wanting to hide fruit and only share with others the best. Yet so often, it is that which is imperfect that speaks, that connects. This is a theme I have been exploring around too, so your poem reached into my heart and sounded deep notes. Beautifully crafted, elegant and wistful in its sadness and reality. I’m glad you didn’t leave this one rotting on the vine.
wow thank you Zoe. I am glad you shared this comment with me.
The short, clipped lines work well, they move the poem on very satisfyingly.
Thank you David. That tends to be my style most of the time.
sharp, well done.
Thank you Noiseless
this is really well done…sharp and to the point..think if we are with someone in love and can only show our good sides..our hand picked fruit side to not disappoint him, this is really hard…and sooner or later the mask will fall because we have no strength to keep this up for long…
Thank you so much Claudia 🙂 I appreciate it.
A different angle on putting one’s best face forward.
you could say that lol thanks
Such wonderful flow, its as if the mask was lifted as you went about your verse, nicely done.
Thank you Pat
the real fruit or rotten fruit will eventually come and on that day i will hope you love me for that and not just the fresh fruit i sold you on to begin with…
there is a very tragic feel to this-but it’s so humane. reminds me of o henry’s the last leaf. Eerily, this also has a very king lear-ish vibe to it. very nice poem-just the way it should be-profound yet simple
Thank you rajesh
My first visit…wonderful! I especially like:
‘Dry ice not replenished
My mask will slip’
Wow…nice work : )
-Eva
Thank you and come back anytime
You’ve really held this together with a sustained metaphor that keeps the reader scanning verse to verse. The poem as a whole comes together well in the end.
Thank you Charles
This moves well and pulls you in. We always hope there will be a day when the fog will lift. Nicely done.
Thank you Joannne. Glad you liked it.
Excellent flow and imagery unveiling the deepest secrets in a relationship.
Thank you Gay
Lovely verse… I enjoyed the ending.. its perfect.
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
Thank you so much Shashi
The comparison to the fruited tree such wonderful imagery for this, flow and pace perfectly set, as usual with your words. Eventually every mask gets to heavy to hold up and we have to let go, letting our halves walk side by side instead of forcing one to hide in step. Lovely write my brother, hope you journey well. ~ Rose
Thank you Rose 🙂 I am fond of the props….
you rocked on this.
wow.
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Thank you 🙂
I enjoyed this site, the poetry, the photos, this poem, and the music.
thank you Thomas come again
Beautiful flow , wonderful metaphor. Thanks so much for subscribing! 🙂
thank you