Matt shared the picture for today's found object. I'm sharing my response today for Poetry Friday, although most of the days, I share with everyone on the daily post by Laura and others.
Early Valentine’s Day
I rose early to go to the garden
for a breakfast harvest,
without the distraction of the kids.
Pants quickly wet from the dew,
I leaned into ripening tomatoes,
inhaling that tangy, piney scent,
the only one they know. Perhaps
it protects their sweeter taste?
They were falling over,
heavy red-ripened jewels.
There, among that rich roundness, this love apple.
The mist had blown off with the sun,
and I returned to the house,
lay my heart upon the bed,
pursed my lips for a kiss.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
38 comments:
"pursed my lips for a kiss"
Oh, it does look like that!
Don't you just love the smell of tomatoes on the vine...like geraniums and marigolds. Such a "tangy, piney scent".
So fun, Donna, I almost said "geraniums", think the scent is very similar. I know that planting marigolds by certain plants keep insects away, so wonder, as I said, if this scent helps too. Thanks.
I love this line too..."pursed my lips for a kiss." These are the days I wish I were retired so I had more time to write.
Thanks, Jone. This month I know it will take a lot of time for Laura's challenge. But it is also fun and good to do.
What wonderful sensory details. I can smell those tomato vines! Love the reference to Valentine's Day :).
Linda, I read your poem several times at the different sites and am trying to recall the big, juicy tomatoes in my Nonnie's garden when I was a little girl scrambling around the vegetables. Piney scent-don't remember that but it conjures up a new aroma for me.
I love the references to the love apple and the kiss. Perfect.
Thanks, Jama, everything is hearts lately!
Thanks, Carol, glad it took you to a special place.
Thanks, Liz, the found objects are quite interesting to see what comes to mind when we look.
Carol, now you are going to have to go to a farmers' market or to the grocery store and find some of those tomatoes on the vine, and snuggle them up to your nose! People will think you are weird and you may be forced to buy them then, but you will get the smell!
As others have said, great description of the scent of vine-ripe tomatoes. Funny ending smooch. I am trying to keep up with the daily challenges. I hope I can keep this momentum.
My mouth waters at the memory of "heavy red-ripened jewels" that only come from the garden. 'Love'ly poem, Linda!
Great details, Linda! Those damp pants, the smells. You really ran with this prompt.
Your ending is positively divine, Linda. My senses are all in a tizzy.
Love that ending, Linda! Nice job.
Thanks, Margaret. I hope you'll continue, too. You've added some creative poems to the mix.
Thanks, Bridget, I love tomatoes so that part was easy.
Thank you. It's rather interesting what a picture can do for inspiration, isn't it?
Thank you, Michelle. Hope you're thinking summer & tomatoes!
Thanks, Doraine, a pleasure to write this one.
" ... heavy red ripened jewels, ... rich roundness, this love apple," Oh, your words make me long for summer.
Thanks for the tip on how to get that piney smell, Donna.
Just delicious all around, Linda! Great job putting all our senses to work (& echoing praise for that last line). Happy February
This is lovely, Linda! As others have mentioned, the sensory details in the poem are wonderful. I love the idea of the piney scent protecting their sweeter taste.
So much to love about this poem, Linda - most of all the way it conjures up the delights of summer ripe tomatoes. Bravo!
Thanks, Ramona. I too thought of summer as I was out shoveling heavy snow this morning.
Thanks, Robyn, Happy February to you too!
Catherine, thank you. Perhaps I should have looked it up, but I know that some scents "protect" in that way.
Thanks, Tara, it was very fun to write once I saw the "heart".
Yum! I can't wait for summer produce!!
I know, this picture made us all wishing earlier than usual. Thanks, Mary Lee.
Oh, now I want to walk out into my garden and pick a ripe tomato. Thank you for the glimpse of summer to come.
You're welcome, fun to anticipate, right?
Such a luscious poem. Love the line: "heavy red-ripened jewels."
Thank you, Violet. As I said several times above, I enjoyed writing very much.
I am in love with those last five lines - such lush imagery that ended so aptly with the pursed lips. :)
Thanks, Myra. I'm glad you like them!
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