For Suzette’s: Light or Shadow contest
“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives”
Lauren Eden – The Lioness Awakens
Shadows
the bear chases you around the pomegranate tree
your fear reaching extreme heights
you seize the suitable moment to escape
a fleeting flash of relief
only for the bear to corner you once more
the odour of its pelage hits your nostrils
its paws are ferociously slashing at your body
you are pinned helplessly waiting for the mortal blow
somehow, screams distract the bear
as if satisfied, it walks away, for now
you are scarred for life
you go about your life looking over your shoulder
each shadow is now a bear
each minute noise transmits fear
nobody can protect you from this nightmare
you terribly crave love and search for it everywhere
locking yourself away is simply futile
you must venture out
you owe it to yourself to take risks in life
or in love
Categories:
pomegranate tree, abuse, analogy, life, love,
Form: Suzette Prime
second phase of fall
which has seven cool phases
mint and pomegranate
Few dry pomegranates under pomegranate tree. Very few green ones on pomegranates trees branches.
Categories:
pomegranate tree, autumn,
Form: Haiku
I am a tree, so I wish to be,
but not just any tree you'd find.
I love the heat and not wet feet,
so there are few options in mind.
I'm not too sour or great in power,
so citrus or mango isn't me.
I have purpose and reason, fruit in due season.
My favorite color is my fruit's rind---
maroon cased, beautiful taste
with kisses of wisdom sun-shined.
My fruit's insides have great meaning,
each seed a prize to appreciative eyes
with fresh scented delights made for gleaning.
I'm a healthful symbol with branches nimble.
My fruit is astringent, juicy, and sweet,
charming to behold, a pleasure to hold.
I'm a pomegranate tree holding your treat.
12-30-19
Categories:
pomegranate tree, beauty, color, fruit, happy,
Form: Rhyme
POSSUM SONG
You are the same possum
I saw eating my garbage
like a recluse,
your long pointed snout
hissing at me through your teeth.
When I first saw you
I backed away
and quickly closed my door,
my legs still shaking
as if I'd been chased by a bear.
For months now I thought you'd be there
upturning my garbage cans
for some tasty morsel.
Oh, yes, I believed I'd see you again
every time I opened my door.
One night as I turned into my driveway,
my car lights focused for an instant
on your gray face
and mutilated body
lying alone in the street.
In the city when an animal dies
they carry off his remains
with the trash.
Only another possum could appreciate
the grotesque fierceness in your eyes.
I couldn't leave you there.
That night I carried you up my hill
in a shovel
and buried you
beneath my pomegranate tree.
The next day the neighbors spoke of you briefly.
A dead possum is usually only valuable to God,
but you stay alive in my memory
along with the night sounds
and barking dogs.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
pomegranate tree, animal, art, city, forgiveness,
Form: Prose Poetry
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
Stars are agleam as the moon dips low
And lovers meet 'neath moonlight's glow
To share love's caress as their kisses flow
Beneath the pomegranate tree
They taste the flavor of love
As the seeds of their passion spread
And the fruit of the tree blushes red
When springtime skies are azure
the pomegranate tree will bloom once more
But when the night invites the moon
To play among the stars
Lovers will meet when the moon dips low
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
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Categories:
pomegranate tree, love, moon,
Form: Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
I begin to wonder under a ruddy tree
The field of grass is caressed by the suns ultimate glow
All is so beautiful I wish it would stay, to never flee
This view of celestial proportion
Will replenish my spirit and make me strong
Even though I’m enriched I wish for a devotion
A soul who will stand by, whom I will belong
My hope starts to fade
As I look upon the horizon
I know there is a future for one I’ve prayed
A friend that cannot be replaced, he is the only one.
For now I sit under the pomegranate tree
My soul can wait
In the start of a new dawn
When I have found my true fate
My love I will share and fawn
But until then I will gladly sit and dream
I have things to do and shouldn’t conspire
I will wait and not be of despair, but remain in a gleam
Over my desire.
Categories:
pomegranate tree, deep, future,
Form: Lyric
Silently the clouds cross the sky,
The wind whispers through the leaves of trees,
The moon has not yet risen,
And the last rays of light have faded away.
A few stars shed their feeble light,
Portending what is to come,
The flowers of day close to sleep,
And the flowers of night awake.
The jasmine is still heavy in the air,
The grass weak from the day’s sun,
Yields softly underneath,
And the nightingale sings.
The pomegranate tree drooping to the ground,
Hangs heavy with fruit laden,
Beckoning to Persephone,
To herald the coming of fall.
The June-bugs arise from their sleep,
Crawling from out the grass,
To fly clumsily into the night,
And complete their journey ere the moon rises.
The moon, ever eager to tarry,
Graces not the sky till late,
The resplendent stars, freed of competition,
Blaze in their chill fury.
The breeze speaks of the scents of the earth,
Of green and growing things,
That have bequeathed such tidings,
From time immemorial.
The night speaks of power and purity,
Of knowledge of its dark embrace,
Yet the comforting folds of night surround,
And give the world melancholy peace.
Categories:
pomegranate tree, beautiful, june, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Old man limping
Walking toy poodle;
Patient devotion
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Old master
Kung-fu sessions;
Evening serenade
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Haul of freshness
Seafood and meat;
Home economics
~~~~~~~~~
Bourgainvilleas sparkle
Five colourful hues;
Hot weather blossoms
~~~~~~~~~
Pomegranate tree
Fruiting abundance;
Happy harvest
~~~~~~~~~
Family time flings
Feisty mahjong moves;
A royal flush
~~~~~~~~~
Morning salutation
Music of birdsong;
Tender revelations
~~~~~~~~~
Hear the wind chimes
Familiar echoes;
Songs of long ago
~~~~~~~~~
Home gourmet chef
Whips a magic feast;
Simple works best
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit shoppe maiden
From faraway China;
Service with a smile
~~~~~~~~~
Neighbourhood old lady
Corner newspaper vendor;
Her face tells her story
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 February 2015
Singapore
Categories:
pomegranate tree, beauty,
Form: Haiku
Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....
I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine
Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Categories:
pomegranate tree, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?