My head, my long head burns
in fury as my teeth expand. I can taste gun powder.
It is only what I knew,
not what I begin to know now.
I can become a tomato, only when
I become a tomato.
I am not whole, or ripe,
or sweet, red flesh,
until then.
I will only be a youthful green seed, now.
And what will I do with myself?
I have let fat, green worms slither
around my precious skin.
I have laid root in rocky, dry soil.
I have hidden my aching vines from
sunlight,
and that was all then.
Now, my face pulsates as I grind
my teeth on old leather,
fighting expansion,
embracing the tension,
and I will, I will do with my sweet,
ripe fruit what I know now.
yOU PUT A REAL PULSE INTO THIS ONE.
Maggie Mae, I read your poems, but only a few of them please me. I hope that’s OK.
haha…of course its okay. I write to write, not to please anyone but myself 🙂
Really vivid imagery and innovative. I’m really enjoying your work.
Thanks a lot Heather. 🙂 It’s really nice of you to take the time to read and say hello!
So you killed yourself, but became an edible vegetable. Bravo!
lol…Dammit. I don’t even like this piece.
Nice! A perfect picture of potential developing in peace. (The alliteration is unintentional but I’m leaving it because it amuses me.) Enjoyed this one.
So I am reading your poetry on a Sunday morning while my coffee sits beside me losing its heat, its edge and turning just somewhat too bitter … this morning your poems are better than caffeine.
🙂 and this morning, YOU are better than my poems! Thank you friend for your kindness!
I love the sense of newly discovered power you convey in this piece. I wish I’d written these lines: “I have laid root in rocky,dry soil/I have hidden my aching vines from/ sunlight.”
great imagery here maggie. you know how to tackle the darker side very well, but the ending certainly could be attributed to experience and now see a better side.
That is definitely something I have been exploring with my writing! Mixing the two.
i think it is a great idea. i’ve done that a bit with mine as well but obviously not every piece.
I love the determination in this… planted on rocky ground by choice, but full of new knowledge and grit to grow and fulfil.
Nice. Very. Nice.