Tomato riffs
incandescent bells
under brush of softer leaves
summer heat pulsing
yellow orbs shining
melody of bittersweet
heat rising to light
dribbling juice tastes of
bass notes, damp soil, earthy hopes
the longest days' end
Photo: Morning glory bud
posted by MB at 8:23 AM
17 Comments:
you say toe-may-toe riffs, and i say toe-mah-toe riffs!
so pretty
both verse and plant color are very rich.
Love this one!
that is so summery. I can almost hear the crickets.
Hmm, tomato and morning glory salad...
can I link this for the upcoming Ringing of the Bards?
a thrust
with each phrase
in staccato-like
ways
You rock!
Marvelous!
~@~
I love the way you connect "bass notes, damp soil, earthy hopes"
Something about your poems always lifts me up.
mb, i melted into the sounds and the rhythms of your phrases... this is so lucious. if shadowtail knew about this delicious poem, it would be nibbling here instead. :) as always, i feel well-fed by the stunning beauty of your creativity. thanks and big hugs, snowsparkle
Such a rich summer post. Delicious.
One for the morning glory, two for the early dew, three for the man who stands his ground, and four for the love of you.
mb, I am so glad you're back! I listened to "Bliss" with a bit of a wistful sense during your time away. Just want to tell you again how much I love those songs.
Mmmm...this is so juicy it makes me hungry!
(Are you growing yellow tomatoes by any chance?)
great provocative photo, too!
I have now read this poem several times. Makes me feel like a snail living near the flower.
I sense a struggle between surrender and longing here, or maybe it's just me.
Tis the season for summer blooms and sweet tomatoes!!! I can hear the riff in the breeze outside my window.
fantastic photo.
I see, feel, taste and smell this poem.
Thanks, everyone. I enjoyed your various responses to this poem!
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