On my back
in the orchard...
watching clouds
watching me,
soporifically,
drift on by.
A hollow thump;
over ripened plums
fall, one by
one, by one;
the zealous ones.
The ones feasted upon
by wasp and hornet;
the too eager
to be picked ones
end up rotting here,
carefully secreted
by marsh
and meadow foxtail.
The fallen;
easily forgotten.
Bloated and bruised –
fodder for crows to pick over
and maggots to devour.
I imagine how they feel;
those for whom perfection
comes and goes, unnoticed.
Yet still they fall;
each one
only once,
but their kind –
again and again...
Comments
Rhiannonw | June 19, 2012 - 08:59
Interesting! Rhiannon
Silver Spun Sand | June 19, 2012 - 09:45
Metaphorically so, I guess;-)
Many thanks for reading, Rhiannon.
Tina
MistakenMagic | June 19, 2012 - 12:23
"The fallen;
easily forgotten.
Bloated and bruised –
fodder for crows to pick over
and maggots to devour."
- you always manage to make even the grittiest scenes beautiful, Tina. Another brilliant poem as always ;-)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | June 19, 2012 - 14:09
Thanks, Magic. Much appreciated;-)
Tina xxx
Rhiannonw | June 19, 2012 - 16:59
Sorry, Tina, I didnt pick up on the metaphorical aspect. I'm still not wholly clear to comment on that, but it is I suppose concentrating on the sadness of death and material decay? My writing and reading is very simple! regards, Rhiannon
Silver Spun Sand | June 19, 2012 - 18:22
You are spot on, Rhiannon with your interpretation;-) Many thanks for getting back to me, and I do hope that you have been blessed with such a perfect evening as we have here; what with it being almost the longest day...the summer solstice and all that. I only hope it lasts, but I've a feeling it won't;-)
Tina
Parson Thru | June 19, 2012 - 23:23
What a summer! Like this Tina, especially
I imagine how they feel;
those for whom perfection
comes and goes, unnoticed.
A bit like the falling tree / the bird that falls in the forest. Lovely thought.
Silver Spun Sand | June 20, 2012 - 07:23
Thanks, PT;-)
Tina