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My son and I circle the patch,
trip on mounds, laugh from the gut
thrill with the sunshine
and abundant orange luck.
That one. That one?
That one.
We thump them for their tone,
heft them for their weight.
I would plant myself alongside these pumpkins
if only the sunlight at play
in the cornstalks would stream
like this forever, transforming
my son’s straw hair into halo.
We cart off six fairy tale coaches,
load them in our trunk carefully.
Thick skins put on a tough front.
They are ripe and easily broken with a drop.
I tell my son, they’re fragile.
He cradles his favorite pumpkin
in his three-year-old arms,
lavishes paternal tenderness, pride,
the same way he feeds green bills
into the hand-lettered honor box.
We drive home into the sunlight
our treasures piled high in the trunk.
I imagine my life hefted from this land someday
to be tested, thumped and deemed worthy,
even if I am lopsided, pointy bottomed.
I want to be chosen enthusiastically,
carried away by one who knows
that as easy as we are to pick
each one of us is fragile.
I will be posting a monthly column on the Virtual Tea House, and regular poems. If you’d like to visit my website, please visit: http://www.wordwoman.com
I will have my blog here on the VTH working soon so you can view my bio. Looking forward to ‘meeting’ you!
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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Hi Rosemerry–
Even though I posted this for you this week, I just took the opportunity to really sit with it. What a lovely piece it is. I too want to be chosen, cherished, deemed worthy. And I want to add, since your writing reminds me of Hafiz–a poem of his :
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
‘Love me.’
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise, someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us to Connect—
Why not become the one
Who lives with the full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon Language,
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to Hear. – Hafiz
So, I guess, I also want to be the Chooser that is always saying what the world is dying to hear…
Thanks for becoming part of the community here at the Virtual Tea House, Rosemerry–love what your heart is saying!
Beth, VTH host
Thanks, Beth … I appreciate the Hafiz poem … oh, what we are dying to hear is right!
Love,
R