Plum Picking
Plum Picking
Each purple globe basks within full ripeness
their magic hums, draws you in close to taste
that fat stemmed succulent fruit’s flesh.
You reach out to touch their tender round dream
Where they have grown so complete to the brim
within the eye of the beholder’s ampleness.
At your fingertip is this limitless lushness
that holds a flowing tartness inside your mind;
you feel the tree quiver at its core with a gasp.
It seems every plum quavers to its roots as
the total tree responds to your slightest touch
where boundless limits shake its firm earth.
The entire tree feels a rapture within contact
as your eased grasp softly removes a single
un- bruised plum from the tree’s endless bounty.
© RH Peat 12/12/2011 2:35pm
Form: 5 tercets/ 15 lines
Metaphor: trees know and feel their bounty.
dedicated to: Pranab k chakraborty
for his statement on my poem: Apple Branch
Philosophy implies intelligently. Uniformity of the soul speaks loud with soft metaphor. Piece is also an universal creation, as I feel. Thank you for sharing.
This is pure magic Ron! I could almost taste the sweet-sour juice as the poem opened up and then mind and heart are engaged in spiritual flow of the words. It is sensuous and spiritual at the same time, incredible! Humans forgot the first rule of nature-giving and so the sadness and chaos. Substance abuse is nothing but extreme greed and hos humans punish themselves for this folly of ego. The poem takes us back to the basics, it is a dream for the tree, that reaches ripeness is rich beyond words yet it is given away. Beautiful Ron, what a feast for the senses and the soul. Loved this poem. Accept my gratitude.
And the Master Wordsmith is also a " Ripen" Doctor in the Science of Plum Picking,...Good God, and get the purple catch-baskets ready!....What next to endeavour on, Mr. Peat? "Life Inside a Ping-Pong Ball" ?! Nope ! Mere childswork... for the likes of you! I'll have to get back to you, when I have more time to conjur on up a really ridiculous , hemisphere-cracking theme of demonstrative challenge! Meanwhile....except my accdolades on this work which is ...well....just "plum" fantastic & of no threat to any one who has read it, to have its lasting effect of quality, "plum-met" from their poetic minds! ~FjR~
great metaphors. beautiful write.
Ron - brilliantly crafted as usual - Your expertise with the metaphor stands established...I really like this poem...PKC will be delighted with the dedication
Wow! It is fun to pick fruits and eat them right on the spot.
Wow! This blows me away with its superb metaphors, ripe and richly flavoured as is the noble plum... Memorable penning!
Soft, almost sensual feeeling of the plum tree. Brillliant imagery and excellent write. Enjoyable piece, Ron!
1. The magic of ripeness is the sweetness of karma , that attracts the onlookers like a magnet . Within that vastness lies the salvation , the fruition of a dream . 2. this ripeness reflects in the eyes of beholder as he/she reaches out to a dreamy fulness , ready to taste the sweet fruit of labor . 3. a taste is held and felt in the mind as the fingers feel the ripe dimensions . the tree quivers as it knows it has to part ways with its own part only to grow more and feed more . a genesis within the relams of an end. 4.fruits respond to the tree's reaction , the firm earth shows the sign of gratitude towards immortality , yet relishing the taste of boundless joy within this tremble. 5. the circle is completed as a fruit is removed just as drop is taken from an ocean ....