#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!

#88. FLOETRY by JulietKego: The Home-Maker

The Home-Maker

We found each other
In the fields of freedom
And became partners in love…

Me, with dreams to heal the world
You, daring to dominate her
And we built a home and created a haven
Till I forgot to dream, and forgot my path
And looked to you for direction
But you were not here
You were out there,
chasing wild dreams
in the fields of freedom
And I found myself lost in life,
slowly dying, disappearing…

I lost you swimming seven seas of sorrow,
(Unraveling the gestalt of layers of sorrows:
anger, sadness, fear, hurt, guilt,
shame, pain, blame),
there, where rippling streams
of stagnant dreams,
(like quick sands)
suffocate and drown,
already wounded,
weighed-down hearts….

I lost you in the soundless,
wandering winds of wasted whispers,
where words that should be said out loud,
Become lumps that are buried
and swallowed whole.
Words like:
‘I love you; I need you; I want you;
I miss you; I hear you;I am sorry;
I see you tired and I appreciate you.
YOU, my love, as you are now.’
Words now engulfed
by the gulf of our muted conversations…

I lost you in the eyes that pretended to look,
refusing to see the signs of surrender.
The eyes that silently cry out:
(‘I am tired’, ‘I give up’, ‘I give in’,
‘Let me BE or let me go!’)

I lost you,
reaching for the hands that you let go;
missing your daily hugs
over my now rounded frame
The picture of those arms,
gone too soon, gone too fast,
leaving me here, all alone,
pregnant with our child.
I lost you and in my loss,
I found myself;
I re-remembered my dreams of me, for me
The me that I’d forgotten was ever thereT
he me I’d killed, slowly and gently,
as I made room for you;
a home for us….

I lost you to the 9-5 fields of freedom
where workers find meaning but
where I never quite found myself
couldn’t you see, my love
that the cubicles choked my dreams?

I stopped dreaming to let you be and do
But you? You refused to break the rules
Or shift the roles
and allow the air flow,
enough for two….

I lost you as I took in and let out the air within,
making room for blooming me,
learning how to grow wings and fly
finding a new home in the wilderness,
a safe nest for me….

And when you do find you,
my love,
Come, come, quickly and look for me
But know that I will not be here
(lost in laundry, cooking, cleaning,
gardening, babysitting, baking..),
watching, waiting, wasting away,
as I long for you.

No, I will not be here
I’ll be out there,
in my fields of freedom
Drinking in all of life,
dancing to my song.

(c) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido (All rights reserved).