Monday, October 6, 2014

Peel

This poem is an impossible thing;
a hummingbird hover,
an orbiting sun.
Peel it to find
the fruit of my heart.
Peel it to find
the worm.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

20 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

The worms tend to find every fruit..

hedgewitch said...

The worm of spam seems to have found the fruit of your thread, MZ--this one reminds me of a crystal goblet, the day after one has drunk red wine and not washed up--beauty, pleasure, love--never without something to spoil it.

hedgewitch said...

Oops, the car accident guy is gone now--good.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah, yes.. the poem must contain both fruit and worm (the toad in the garden, the blight on the rose).
I so admire your ability to deliver really wise poetry on an almost daily basis - your high standard never wavers.

Sylvia K said...

You are indeed one clever lady! Always love what you write, MZ! Hope you have a great new week!

Timoteo said...

Nice. But I try to stay away from things with worms...like rotten apples and tequila!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW!!!!!!!! This is spectacular. You blow me away.

Sumana Roy said...

so cleverly done!!

Helena Philomena Liebekraft said...

That should be the dictionary definition of poetry! Perfection, my friend!
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/copyright-fergregory-123rf-stock-photo.html

Kim Nelson said...

Because both fruit and worm are part of each...

Fireblossom said...

I like what Kerry said. She's right.

Laura said...

powerful!

georgeplaceblog said...

Ditto Sherry - WOW

Magaly Guerrero said...

I love that the peeling has the power to find the rotting and the healthy bits.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Worms are people too. Or vice versa.

blueoran said...

Keep peeling. That's all we can do. Or is that these bells just can't stop pealing?

Marian said...

hummingbird hover... elusive.

manicddaily said...

Wonderful. I especially like the double edge of the worm-- for a bird that might be just what is looked for. Thanks. K.

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

you always wow me...

the fruit of your heart, the worm...

my 'worm' is a many-thinged creature...always roaming, always morphing.

grapeling said...

you remind me to go check on my composting worms ~