#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 5 of 30. #125. Floetry by JulietKego: Her Tomatoes

Poems about Tomatoes NaPoWriMo Floetry by JulietKego

Sometimes, a toto tomato
is not a flaming reddish hue
because she is ripe
and ready for plucking…
Sometimes, she’s bleeding
from the inside
and it stains her life;
bruises her skin…

Her colours change
(like weathered ivory or fish
split open and bared,
punished by uncaring sons suns)

Her seeds darken
because of all the hungry,
dirty, harsh hands
that ywanked at her;
squeezed,
pricked, pierced
and fondled her,
into a forced,
rude ripening
of a dead awakening…

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

 

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And now, our (optional, as always) daily prompt! April is a time for planting things (at least where I am, in Washington DC – you may still be waiting for spring, or well into some other season!) At any rate, I’ve recently been paging through seed catalogs, many of which feature “heirloom” seeds with fabulous names. Consider the “Old Ivory Egg” tomato, the “Ozark Razorback” or “Fast Lady” cow-pea, “Neal’s Paymaster” dent corn, or the “Tongues of Fire” bush bean. Today, I challenge you to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities. To help you out, here are links to the Southern Exposure Seed Exchange and the Baker Creek Seed Company. Also, here’s a hint – tomatoes seem to be prime territory for elaborate names. And who knows, maybe you’ll even find something to plant in your garden! Happy writing!

#NaPoWriMo. Day 4 of 30 |#124. Floetry by JulietKego: Heart break (…in slow motion)

A Grave Conversation Floetry by JulietKego

Floetry by JulietKego:

#124. Heatbreak…. in slow motion.

Alone in April,
On a fool’s day
As spring ushers in
cold memories of winter
My hands reach for a decanter
my colourless brandy’s gone
And so are the whites

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#POETRY Verses by JulietKego (31 to 35).

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Verses by JulietKego (31 to 35 of 77 verses)
#31. Sometimes, you are a maze
I lose my lies inside you
And then, find my truth.

#32. Sometimes, you amaze
Like a Rembrandt painting
Found in a thrift store.

#33. Sometimes, you are a jar
Of potions of black magic
That I must drink to become.

#34. Sometimes, you’re a door ajar
Letting old secrets walk through
Speaking the answers my soul forgot.

#35. Sometimes, you are rivers of mud
That wash me dirty and then clean
When you come with the rains.

💕-Cyber-hugs Jules

(c) Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido