Pomegranate Song

what i see 
beneath me is 
not me
what clings to my boot soles 
& the contours of their 
soft downward skin
not 
the politics of 
starry nights
not 
the alchemy of 
everyday objects
to live; to keep time on
& stranger still
the risk of
borrowed footprints

for awhile

no. 

wherever you are; wherever you 
say you are

if you see me in heaven 
tell the gardener
i lived sumptuously 
as pomegranates do

11 thoughts on “Pomegranate Song

  1. You had me at the pomegranate image.πŸ˜„ The poem is a delicious bonus!
    “alchemy of everyday objects”…”borrowed footprints” πŸ’–πŸ’–
    Love the use of spacing and the last stanza is feisty and fun.

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      1. I love that! Yes, one of the joys of writing. My first few words are usually the only thing I am clear on when I start writing, the rest is always a surprise. A joyful journey! πŸ’“

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  2. I love the line…”lived sumptuously as pomegranates do”…I hope to live as that…sumptuously, deliciously sweet with a little bite πŸ™‚

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