my tomato plant theory of life
we start our lives in a tomato patch
as gangling sprouts bursting out
breaking the brown ground
bounding without sight
toward a sun bright
shining through
sky blue
we plant ourselves as bred to bear
ruby ripe fruit red round from
farm to table no care taken
to prune stems growing
skinny and spindly
spry tight lime
green leaves
we grow wild branches shooting out
never so cynical to doubt the
sheltering sun warming
dark soil so loyal so
tender and joyful
to cradle pale
frail roots
we all think we will live well forever
each of us under summer sun
milling the light into living
raising rain from clay
flowering by day
fruit spright
by night
we learn with time time will fell us all
creatures reaching in our season
for a next life not like hosta
or iris rising from root
but from seed cast
against the wind
to ground
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Yes! Sadly.
My tomatoes are definitely drooping these days 😏
Passing through the outrageous exuberance of nature must be at the end as easy as falling off a log.
Love this! Good theory, great fruit!
Thanks Shauna! See you this afternoon!
This is a winner in the category for form and page appearance!
Thank you so much. I’m not sure line breaks seem with me to be a matter of geometry more than enjambment!
Yes ! I came to say the exact thing Mary did.
Stupendous crafting.
Great concept,
Wonderful on the page.
I always like to hear stupendous. Lol. Thank you, Coleman, for commenting on what I write.
I always love a good tomato theory! So tasty. Wonderful to think of a loyal soil. “milling the light into living/raising rain from clay” – chills – so good!
I’m so happy with your remarks. Thank you so much.
This poem is spectacular. I am in love with the shape of it, too. I am especially drawn to:
“we grow wild branches shooting out
never so cynical to doubt the
sheltering sun warming
dark soil so loyal so
tender and joyful
to cradle pale
frail roots”
Wonderful!
Thanks so much. For my whole life I assumed people were perrenials. Perpetual. Now I found out we’re actually elaborate annuals.