pumpkins on a vine
press the weight of
their plumping identity
into the life-giving soil
sharing green leaf and
stem born and grown
of a season marked out
by sun-shortened days
in whose hurry of time
they have come to exist
cheek-to-jowl learned
the intimate character
each of the other yet
know not the least of
themselves introspection
a faculty much too
complex for the homely
simplicity settled by
untended botany wild
existence that waits
to be plucked from an
unaware field given
solipsist gifts of real
personal purpose
experiences never
dreamed now laid out
for a sentient month
or more mingling
with alien species now
blessed with a freedom
to think and enjoy feeling
live interaction with
affable beings possessed
of a healthy self-worth
personality even short
lived fully realizes all
that biology down in its
chemistry promises life
You write long sentences like that other St Paul . . . What I see is a pumpkin pie . . .
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I admit to being enthralled with Paul of Tarsus – my poem actually contains 4 or 5 sentences – but I leave punctuation to the reader
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Great and clever poem that this piece is – a horrible thing I find pumpkin pie to be. An American lady once made it for me and – even accepting the fact that I don’t eat anything with a face – couldn’t get the taste for it.
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another thing we share in common – I detest pumpkin pie, though my family loves it
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Love “cheek-to-jowl” especially.
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me too
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The rhythm and the pace and the flow plus the sentiment is truly outstanding. —Chagall
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thank you most kindly, Chagall
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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like the transition from the pumpkins to the more abstract stuff—barely perceptible…very cool…very much enjoy reading your poetry which I continue to follow, and thanks for reading mine
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I greatly appreciate that
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So–is there a reason you’re currently in Autumn?? I may be fretting too much into it. And perhaps you’d prefer Pumpkin Bread? Depending on whether it’s the texture or flavor of pumpkin you dislike.
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in my reblogging, I just happen to be up to the posts from last fall – the flavor doesn’t do much for me
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Depending on how you feel about spices–cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger–you might like the pumpkin bread; it also has nuts, raisins and choc chips if you like–so other than the pumpkin color, I don’t think you’d notice flavor of pumpkin.
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I like the “homely simplicity” of your pumpkin poem. The picture says it all – a striking contrast to your usual stunning art.
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it seemed an apt illustration
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