So, my beloved poet-friend Elizabeth Gordon McKim saw my post on FB about the tomatoes I’d mentioned yesterday (was it just yesterday?!), and commented that she loved “the sorting and the naming…appeals to (her) poet nature…waiting for the taste/the touch/ the aroma.”
This prompted a response from me, and I simply wrote a poem back. Here it is:
Forever Summertime (Tomato Harvest)
©Ocotber 24th 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
A faint whiff of mischievous fragrance
Like seduction contained in a sphere
Like delight bound within an ovoid
Or, simply a bright, sunlit scent.
Taste their tartness — those saucy imps,
Or temptresses who wave
Their languid, bejeweled hands,
Sometimes wrinkled, never
Apologetic, an eyebrow raised always.
Quizzical, smooth, packed,
Rounded and glossy,
So much ripeness, so much
Immaturity,
Reminds me of when I was young,
And life was long,
And summers lasted forever.
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