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Sown Together

Knife slices through taut skin, juices drip red, smell tangy-green, stain the butcher board, free sunlight stored like an oath in every seed. Flesh yields to tender pressure, warm as soil in my palm— tomatoes and I, mingle our need.

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Karen Croft

Date: 8/7/2024 7:02:00 PM

There for a minute I thought you were a butcher! Enjoyed your free verse!

Jaymee Thomas
Date: 8/20/2024 7:14:00 AM

Haha! That was the goal - I love putting in a misdirect and I think it works here. The end rhymes are little predictable but she's mine and I'm proud of her xD Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. Have a lovely day :)

Tom Woody

Date: 8/4/2024 2:25:00 PM

Nice twist on the tomato thingy. Have a great week

Jaymee Thomas
Date: 8/20/2024 7:15:00 AM

I'm going to work 'tomato thingy' into my next poem, Tom. This made me genuinely laugh out loud in the best way. I hope all is well :)