persimmon tree reading
nostalgia and dr. seuss
'hop on pop' smiling
Categories:
persimmon tree, memory, nostalgia, remember,
Form: Senryu
Oh! young persimmon tree how ripe and seraphic art thee; ignorance at thy feet, when thou were but a babe,with no words to cede, mum as the mummy. How life welcomes thee, ephemeral and saccharine, as so forth, life begets thee. Brushing past the simple melodies, until the arrow of time strikes, she bears her fangs into thy lungs,and screams and yelps and wrings her tongue, she knocks thee down, and weighs thy wrongs, and captures thee in her wings of thorn. However, thou art at thy golden age, for dried persimmons are at their finest!
so come and rejoice!
for empyrean angels
call to us with delight
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Categories:
persimmon tree, angel,
Form: Haibun
Out hunting in the woods, late in the fall
I came upon a wild persimmon tree
Strewn all around were reddish-yellow balls
A treasure it had dropped, now mine for free
With empty game bag down upon one knee
Inspecting them to make sure they were ripe
I picked them up and squeezed them carefully
Then on my sleeve, I'd give a gentle swipe
And if there's juice enough to leave a stripe
Then in the bag, how mom would be surprised
At least when I got home there'd be no gripe
Because no squirrels met with their demise
Persimmons make the sweetest of preserves
Especially the ones my mama serves
July 14 2017
Spenserian Sonnet
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squirrels- 2 syllables
Categories:
persimmon tree, food, memory, mom,
Form: Sonnet
I smell the fruit
of the persimmon tree
and a haunting begins
as shivers run free
of the road ahead
and one laying behind
I sweep them all up
and out of my mind
as a shadow appears
and is far past the veil
his robes swung out
like wind in a sail
in his eyes is an evil
that glitters the dark
the cut of his mouth
like the score of a mark
his hair of serpents
reach out in glee
and it was then I held
my soul close to me
his reason for coming
was that I had sold,
my soul for a life
that no air does hold
but I found out, that
sometimes god forgives,
in my sacrifice was found
the very reason I live
someone had perished
so I could breathe air,
but what I would give now
if we could have just shared
Categories:
persimmon tree, sad
Form: Rhyme
The Persimmon Tree
This time of year my feet often turn toward
an old home down the way that now stands empty.
In the back yard there is a weathered persimmon tree
seemingly standing guard over the remnants of the garden.
The copper leaves gradually fall away, one by one,
revealing the golden globes that hang on tightly..
waiting until the last minute to offer themselves to the sleepy earth.
I never fail to find this display astounding,
ornaments hanging from nude branches,
looking for all the world like someone
had placed them there to decorate the season.
I am not alone in wonderment, I often find a
small gathering outside the sagging gate, come to share
the breathtaking beauty of this yearly gift.
Categories:
persimmon tree, nature, places
Form: Free verse
I woke
to the billowing curtains
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine
just outside my window.
This once perfect garden now sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.
The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light
on my bedroom floor.
Don't wake me up.
Categories:
persimmon tree, introspection, life, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
I woke this morning
to the billowing curtains
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of the jasmine
just outside my window.
This garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.
The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light
on my bedroom floor.
Categories:
persimmon tree, introspection, nostalgia, peace, visionary,
Form: Free verse
the great black oak below the house,
it died of mistletoe;
my computer glasses, mislaid somewhere;
a photo of Swaps, who won the Derby
in – was it 1955?
Lolita singing “Esa Luna Marinera”
on cassette;
the best recipe for eggplant parmesan;
September ‘53 to June of ‘54,
whatever happened to 4th grade?
a breakfast nook painted yellow
with a persimmon tree outside the window;
the gender of every German noun;
the answer to the riddle of life;
a lot of other things
but I guess I’ve forgotten
what they were....
Categories:
persimmon tree, life, loss, time, riddle,
Form: List