Tuesday, August 29, 2017
NOW I AM YOURS
I squeezed a peach
at the market
to size up its suitability
and then began to move on to another
when I heard it say
STOP
you have taken liberties with me
and it was true
I had fondled it
excessively
it said
now I am yours
take me home and eat me
and I thought
how callous one would be
to refuse a plea such as that
from just about...
anyone
I guess
so I put the peach in my bag
and took it home
and now I am waiting
for just the right moment
to consummate our relationship
(I know it's going to be juicy)
all actions
no matter how trivial
we may perceive them to be
have meaning
all actions have a resonating effect
keep this in mind
and somewhere
sometime
a butterfly
may thank you
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and it was true
ReplyDeleteI had fondled it
excessively...
This really made me smile, Tim.. 'responsible fondling'.. only you could have come up with this one.
I'm smiling too after that comment :)
DeleteThere is something very appealing about a guy who writes poetry about grocery shopping :)I would not classify myself as a butterfly(more of a spiny ant eater)... but I thank you anyway for this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI have my suspicions that you're a butterfly in disguise, Ms. Anteater :)
DeleteSweet :) Guuud luck, just don't overdo it on da sugar, friend Tim, hmmm? :) Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of sweet...like that profile pic :)
DeletePeaches are indeed talkative fruit. the ones on my backyard tree are always chattering or singing. I miss them when they are gone but then, I have canned them and they will sing again when I open a jar. Toni Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeleteMany ways to enjoy peaches, eh?
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DeleteIndeed... yes the fondling without consent will lead to commitment
ReplyDeleteWell, they are out there inviting fondling, but we must fondle responsibly and consider the consequences
DeleteI wonder about all those peaches that are left screaming metoo.
DeleteDemanding little things aren't they?
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me think of this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=do5KKKxI7FQ
Thanks much. For some reason links don't work on my blog. Hope to get that cleared up.
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ReplyDeleteThanks...I think
Deletekeep this in mind
ReplyDeleteand somewhere
sometime
a butterfly
may thank you
Very true. One may need to expect a lot of surprises!
Hank
Thanks, Hank
DeleteJust had a juicy one this morning - and yes, I had fondled it in the store :)
ReplyDeleteI knew you were the type :)
DeleteThis goes deep... The things we've touched, penetrated, handled and walked away from... because they haven't spoken... or, perhaps, we haven't listened... I better go outside, and have a talk with tree. Maybe, we'll still have a chance.
ReplyDeleteMagaly, I knew YOU would get it :)
DeleteI thought this would be anew poem but it is an old one. Oh well. I've already read and commented on it. Toni Spencer is Kanzensakura.
ReplyDeleteIt's a new poem first posted on August 29th. But if you already read it, I guess it would seem "old" to you--lol
DeleteOh, this is a good one!!! You had me from beginning to end! A perfect relationship!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annell
DeleteA timely reminder. I shall carry this peach with me for a few days to remind myself.
ReplyDeleteJust don't forget about it--they will turn on you before you know it :)
DeleteI LOVE this. I have felt the same sort of guilt/responsibility concerning edible things - who we choose, who we reject, they are all so WELL-MEANING, LOL. Loved this, Tim. Made me smile.
ReplyDeleteSherry, thanks so much...I knew you could identify!
Deleteah! the sensual delights of a peach and its relationship to the fruits of nature. Love this so much and the metaphor is brilliant. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely comment--so nice to see you!
DeleteI totally agree, that metaphor is freakingg fantastic!!❤️
ReplyDeleteSanaa...thanks for reading my stuff and for being a regular here!
DeleteA rollicking good read from peaches to butterflies!
ReplyDeleteAnd soup to nuts!
DeleteLove the message and the delivery of this piece! Might I make a teeny tiny respectful suggestion?? Line 4 might sound tighter, less clunky without 'began to'? ... I moved on to another. What do you think? 😊
ReplyDeleteThanks for the suggestion; however, there's a difference between "began to move on" which indicates I had not yet fully moved on to the next one, and "moved on" which would indicate I had already abandoned the first peach. in which case I might not have heard what it was telling me at all...so it's a matter of timing and accuracy between the two :)
DeleteBe careful then or you will get more than what you bargained for...
ReplyDeleteSaid with Grace :)
DeleteI so enjoyed your talkative peach and your fruity flirtation.
ReplyDeleteFruity flirtations...I'm glad I know exactly what you mean with that :)
DeleteYes, how perceptive to delve into a mind of a peach. And as you suggest toward the end, sharpening our senses to all we do, to everything we come in contact with, will reap untold rewards.
ReplyDeleteYou got the point--yeah!
DeleteSavor the flavor. Eat the peach and let the butterflies be free! Love the mirth in this one!
ReplyDeleteLove this light conversation with universal lessons of action and consequences.
ReplyDeleteThanks. So glad that the meaning came through.
DeleteGreat. Loved that.
ReplyDeleteYou're so welcome.
DeleteThis is both funny and profound. I loved reading it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Mystery Person!
DeleteTouching bruises stone fruit. Better to smell. If it has no perfume it will never be worth eating. Sadly these days most of these fruits are picked green and artificially 'ripened'if indeed that word can be used for they lack the flavour nature intended.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your perspective on this!
DeleteI liked the dialogue with the peach.
ReplyDeleteIt was telepathy...and quite unexpected in a supermarket aisle!
DeleteFabulous fabulous dialogue and meaning worth pondering...is the butterfly a nod to Ray Bradbury?
ReplyDeleteYes...what has come to be known as The Butterfly Effect.
DeleteI know it well.Good call.
DeleteThis was just awesome! I love your work.
ReplyDeleteBekkie...that's so nice...coming from you!
DeleteGood point that all actions have meaning and reverberating effect.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Frank!
DeleteThis made me laugh out loud, and I like the conclusion that you drew.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the kind words!
DeleteI like the conversation with the fruit, your poem is such a treat
ReplyDeleteThanks. It's juicy, no?
DeleteI enjoyed this blast from the past, which is as sweet as it was the first tie around, Tim!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim. The good thing about poems is that, unlike the fruit, they don't go rotten after sitting around for a while. (Unless they were rotten to begin with :)
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