That Place
By
Lisa A.Williams
I forgot
that place-
where she hung high
like the sweetest apple
on a bending bough
The harvesters guided by
lost shepherds
in the top most fields-
blind sighted by their hunger
missed her – she fell
no longer worthy.
She felt the sweetness
seeping from the seeds
she never planted.
Firs I felt very sad for her , but in the end was happy for her. Good!!!
ReplyDeleteInteresting twists in your poem give a robust body and more than one story, perhaps. I do admire the cryptic edge it has. Well penned, Lisa.
ReplyDeleteI am really entranced by your poem, I love your style =)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful expression of appreciation and regret blended perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteGlad she felt the sweetness from the seeds, even if it was not she who planted them. Enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteFortuitous that she was not chosen and developed in her own way!
ReplyDeleteThis conveys a sense of sadness and loss to me. Very deeply felt poem!Even the Breeze
ReplyDeleteCryptic indeed - and beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, unnoticed, we fall by the wayside and the magic we have is sadly lost.
Anna :o]
I like the "sweetest apple on a bending bough" in the first verse being picked up by her feeling the sweetness of seeds she never planted in the last. Cool.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDelete"She felt the sweetness
seeping from the seeds
she never planted."
I love that verse. It had a nostalgic moment for me eating water melon, grapes and peaches in Greece, from off my Greek Yaya's land. I'd go visit her for the summer holidays. Somehow everything just tasted sweeter when you could see the actual labour involved.
Thank you all for your lovely comments.
ReplyDeleteI too was struck by the ending. I felt like the sweetness represented the potential of lives that would never be because the seeds were never planted, and the seeping was the sad realization of that condition. I often feel that sadness myself as I have never had children although I wanted them.
ReplyDeleteThat place - a place we should all remember where we are the sweetest. I like how in the end she does remember her own sweetness.
ReplyDeleteShe felt the sweetness
ReplyDeleteseeping from the seeds
she never planted.
One often gets on the wrong side unwittingly not through one's fault. Bad luck and misfortune may be the culprit. Nicely Lisa!
Hank
Very lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteso long one is able to appreciate the beauty and richness....all is well!
ReplyDeletean intriguing poem.
ReplyDeleteit could be just about a fruit that ripens and falls. it could also be about a life changed by misfortune. great write.
That last verse is deep and begs for another reading ~ For me, it is about an opportunity missing her and her feelings of not being worthy ~ Still there is grace and acceptance of that sweetness ~
ReplyDeleteThat first stanza is so beautiful in its imagery. I feel the sadness of loss in 'no longer worthy' and in that final stanza. 'blind sighted' is great word play too. Wonderful write Lisa!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful write--I love every line in this Lisa--beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate all of your comments on this post, look forward to reading more of your work.
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