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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Harvest


(c) Steve King 2012
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The first chore in the morning
was to gather our tomatoes.
Night bestowed new color:
each fruit in waiting
blushed in its awakening,
yielding easy to the hand.

Footprints in heavy dew
attended on my solitude,
and I would smile
imagining that one had followed:
you.

Something like a dream,
to find a way
through the in-between
of starshine and dawn.
There is a poet’s word
for that kind of light,
but needless—
I had already seen.

And I would linger,
waiting while you dreamed,
pausing in my pleasantries,
harvesting the fruits of morning light,
while you clung to our shadows,
cleaving to the bounty of the night.


19 comments:

  1. wow Steve....this is gorgeous.... each fruit in waiting blushed in its awakening... Footprints in heavy dew attended on my solitude.....and the last stanza...just beautiful!

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  2. Such a beautiful poem - the footprints - harvesting the fruits of morning light - just lovely! K

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  3. oh wow...so much gentleness in this...the pausing, dreaming..clinging to your shadows..cleaving to the bounty of night...loved it..

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  4. I love this! I love the dreamy tone and "the in-between of starshine and dawn"! Wonderful!

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  5. very nice steve...tomatoes bear great symbolism for me as they remind me of time with my great uncle...also like the use of first fruits...there is so much warmth in that last stanza....i like the contrast between you two, but still there is a togetherness....love it.

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  6. I love the mystery and the romance, the earthiness and the fantasy. Beautiful work.

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  7. 'There is a poet's word/for that kind of light...but needless.I had already seen...' The feeling of cycles, renewal, completion, perfect or imperfect seems strong to me in this piece, Steve. A love poem, and a life poem. And beautiful either way.

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  8. Lovely write.Simply beautiful. The love, the imagery, the gentle passion, the nature--it's just a great poem.

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  9. Super pretty poem. And agree with Hedgewitch - that is a kind of pivotal line - and the blush of both morning and night are wonderfully appealing here. k.

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  10. Fine poem. Lovely throughout, but especially:-

    Something like a dream,
    to find a way
    through the in-between
    of starshine and dawn.

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  11. "And I would linger,
    waiting while you dreamed,
    pausing in my pleasantries,
    harvesting the fruits of morning light,
    while you clung to our shadows,
    cleaving to the bounty of the night."

    Sheer perfection! Lovely writing as always my friend!

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  12. Between love and life, beautifully expressed in words, Steve.

    Pamela

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  13. Much encompassed in the sensual, concrete nature of the tomatoes and much unspoken about that relationship... definitely repays re-reading this one :)

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  14. I commented on your latest poem but it went missing ~ Smiles ~ I love this Steve, specially the opening lines ~ There is a gentle but powerful voice in your words ~

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  15. I enjoyed this very much, Steve. The last stanza took my breath away.

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  16. A truly beautiful write - dreamy stuff. I could read it forever...

    Anna :o]

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  17. Like the way you juxtapose the bounty of the night with your morning chores...There's a lovely yin and yang you weave into this poem, Steve...and I particularly like that last beautiful stanza! Great write!

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  18. Ah, so lovely. Really very nice. Reminds me very much of Galway Kinnell, though I feel like I like this better! k .

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