Monday Poetry Train: Black Fruit
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The seeds are locked away in a vault,
in an icebound cave,
and there they will stay,
until there is time,
until there is courage.
Your seeds are the germ of desires
too secret, too dark to share,
and so they are left on ice
never to blossom, go to fruit, go back to seed
It’s a shame.
You could have sown those fantasies
in me.
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6 Comments
naramalone
@Susan, yes it is. I wish I could say I never let it stop me, but sometimes it does.
Thank you all. I enjoyed the ride today and look forward to more.
gautami tripathy
Awesome post, Nara!
Welcome to the Poetry Train!
the sun danced around him and he kissed the stars
Julia Smith
Wow – I absolutely love it.
Richard Wells
This is a lovely, evocative, and touching poem about lost possibilities. Well done.
Serena
Wonderful poem, Nara.
Susan Helene Gottfried
Amazing how paralyzing fear is, isn't it? All that potential lost… *sigh*