I haven’t posted a poem in awhile, but today was a hard day. Those of you who commented on recent posts–thank you so much. I’ve got some personal issues to attend to, so I can’t be as responsive as I prefer for awhile. But your comments always make me smile.
This poem is about finding the beauty in curses.
Eve’s Second Garden
Filled with succulents and spines
that scratch her legs and break
off inside so Adam has to pinch
her skin, then suck and bite
the sliver, his teeth the only tweezers
yet invented. Nothing requires much
water. Five months drought each winter
turns prickly pears brilliant purple
before they die. Yucca shade hides
the snakes, so she rustles the grass
with a sotol stalk. Frightened, they rattle.
She freezes and listens to them promise
our kisses turn you brilliant purple.
{ 1 trackback }
{ 7 comments }
for making me smile ,thoughts and blessings
Whoa.
Awesome poem. One of the best I’ve read.
Why is it the hardest times seem to produce some of our finest work?
Here’s hoping the poems stay as good and the times get lighter.
Thanks, Lance. Actually, I wrote the first draft of this while on vacation. So that was hardly a light time. But going through my old journals after a particularly hard day, looking for some kind of goodness to salvage, I found those lines and worked on them again.
My heart is lighter today.
That was delicious! I like the action of it, the biting, the rustling. Brilliant southwest romantic feel too.
Thanks, Fred. I really enjoyed your poetry when I saw it on HighCallingBlogs.com last week.
Heartbreaking, in its way.
Heartbreaking, in its way.
Comments on this entry are closed.