Especially when spirit is low
and stars outside dismal and cold.
When heart breathes out hurt
and journal’s filled with want and words.
Slightly tart, I bite into its flesh
throwing hope as stones into the wild.
Pay attention to the ripples in the lake,
courage doesn’t mean that one
is not afraid.
Sweet with a hint of prayer, plums
remind that life has much to smile about.
Our flaws are perfect to the one
who’s meant for us.
Delicious garnet red, as sun reclines
and moon lifts up its head. We leap
where others refuse to tread.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Our actions make the fragrance of our lives… Would you smell of plums?
Or Vinegar? — Kirby Larson
Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real Toads
A perfectly ripe plum makes for a lovely treat. Now I’m hungry for one, though I will have to wait until at least tomorrow (or Saturday really, to be sensible) to get one.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Oh, this is lovely! You have me dreaming about sinking my teeth into a plum now… I have some in my fridge – maybe later I’ll delight in one while reading this poem again 🙂
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Esther 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
Whoa! I savored the taste of plums in every word!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love that the see is “thrown into the wild”, to find the best soil, to sprout wildly, to grow into more… Comforting, indeed. 🙂
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
So, how ripe do you like yours? Yellow inside or red and juicy?
Definitely red and juicy! ❤️ Thanks for stopping by, Shay 😀
Beautifully done, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, MZ 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love it… and I would like to say what William Carlos Williams said:
I have eaten
the plums
that were
in the icebox
….
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and that is one amazing poem)
Very sensuous. My favourite lines
“Delicious garnet red, as sun reclines
and moon lifts up its head.”
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
much love…
Curiously I bought some plums just the other day (it is that season in Australia). They are all gone I was so greedy! That is true love to accept the flaws of the one you love as you become one and the same. I seem to remember that a ripe plum is much like a beautiful woman and vice versa!
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Robin ❤️
I adore your closing stanza, and the wisdom in “courage does not mean that one is not afraid.”
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“sweet with a hint of prayer” – gorgeous line !
Thank you so much, Candace 😀 so good to see you ❤️