English Plums

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Leave me whole
as vibrant, as full of potential as English plums
placed under the darkening sky,
where pain is audibleβ€”
I have witnessed the ushering cries of newborns
and hopes
of estranged lovers a thousand times,
each more harrowing than the last;
why do we hide behind the skin of clouds
knowing
subconscious is but quiet fragments that move
with the whisper of rain?

The answers discovered at long last liberate me,
so much
so that I run out of excuses
to run
from my own limbs
and bonesβ€”
do we ever truly escape all that lies in waiting for us?
The wind continues to blow blurry and soft.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Elena Klimenko art, Pinterest

Sarah hosts at dVerse and invites us to write a poem
in response
to something we have read over the last year. πŸ’

I chose Rainer Maria Rilke and his poem β€˜At The Brink Of Night.β€˜ Come join us! πŸ™‚

Posted for Poetics: “A conversation,” @ dVerse Poets Pub

28 Replies to “English Plums”

    1. Thank you so much, Sarah πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  1. Rilke rules, and so do you. Your night time contemplation is smooth as ten year old bourbon, and it warms the heart and gut. I liked,” Why do we hide behind the skin of clouds..”

  2. Rilke is one of my favourite poets – I wrote a prize-winning project on his poetry, which I also translated, when I was in sixth form. I’m so glad that you chose his poem with which to have a conversation. I love the plum simile in the opening lines and the cloud metaphor is so delicate. Questions on the brink of being answered – but not quite.

  3. this is so zen, a koan, a nebulous philosopher … posing questions with no right answer! Life unfolds as it’s meant to …

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