Sunday, August 23, 2015

in the incomparable sweetness

Cynthia Cole Davis



in the incomparable sweetness 

they tiptoe together -  
bare toes squishing fresh-dropped dung
watching out for 'grownup-enters' creaks
reach for small fistfuls from the burlap bag
and run - run into and over the dawn lit field
wet grass - through corn - jumping mole holes - 
run to the cool edge of the woods and there bury 
their purloined seeds pressing into the untilled earth
with fingers tremulous stoked by stolid solid certainty - 
knowing that before long a vine will sprout another and 
on-until time tumbles - they are ready - and their wine flows –
Now, they lay together tasting the future on their lips - watching 
clouds as the new rise-sun spills- 
chewing on a pilfered stalk – 
farming - 
soy beans into grapes 
until the call to breakfast 




17 comments:

  1. What a beautiful and kind of old-fashioned scene you have set here, Pearl. Makes me yearn for such a time and place. Too bad it has to be interrupted by the call to breakfast! Smiles.

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  2. I like the carefree feel of your poem and the trust in the future that only the young have. "Now, they lay together tasting the future on their lips" - this is my favorite line.

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  3. Now, they lay together tasting the future on their lips - watching
    clouds as the new rise-sun spills-

    Wonderful lines :D

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  4. Nice energy and movement in this. Love the tasting future on their lips. Nice vocabulary as well. Tremulous is a cool word. My grape vines ate about to push over my arbor

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  5. There is a joy that only our inner child can find for us.. a joy of mud and soil, of grass and trees... if we could just wake that child.

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  6. This: "tasting the future on their lips" is glorious and I love the way that you inverted "sunrise" into "new rise-sun"---makes the reader sit up and take notice of it in a new and attentive way that heightens the senses to it.

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  7. I love this whole escapade and felt as if I was running, too , through the fresh earth, planting seeds and dreaming of harvest. Just lovely, Pearl.

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  8. Pearl I love what you have done with the words here...a lighthearted, hopeful peace and growth in your beautiful lines!

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  9. Wishing and hoping and believing are such assets to children as the future opens up for them. This is beautifully written...I was almost one of them.

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  10. An image of tranquillity and beauty in the natural world.

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  11. clever use of the words turning into a beauty...a lovely poem...

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  12. I love this image of growing.. and that last line made me smile.

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  13. It is a great poem. A wonderful image of hopes and dreams.

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  14. Sweet and so skillfully painted! 😍

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  15. I'd call this a beautiful ode to life ... bravo!

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