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Friday, March 14, 2014

Pom Seeds

flavors
sweet & tart
burst
on my tongue

obliterate
my senses
kiss me again




Inspiration for this piece:  First came the dVerse Poets Pub prompt for Meet the Bar, which asked to write with any and/or all senses except sight.  I tried closing my eyes and seeing what might erupt...but I was lost....  Second, this week I ran across at least two poems that had pomegranates in them; it's been awhile since I tasted this delightful fruit.  Since discovering it a couple years ago, I admit I've been infatuated with it...  Anyway, these two things led to this piece.  Not really 100% sure I hit the mark for the prompt; and am well aware that without the title, this could take on a whole different meaning, but....

A note on form: Apparently I've been a short form mood lately.  This, like my last post, is a septolet.  A cute little number that I've enjoyed exploring in the past particularly through twitter.

An aside:  So, seeing as the poem was inspired by a prompt where sight was not to play a role , I chose to type out this piece above.  I have, however, also tweeted the original version, which was developed with an app called poetics.  This combined words (visually like magnetic poetry) with images.  Can you guess what image lay behind this poem?

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Pomegranates have been a big theme lately. I could taste this poem. Beautiful!

kaykuala said...

Somehow pom seeds have that strange feel - one wants to bite and munch but not able to do so to satisfaction.Nicely RMP!

Hank

Anonymous said...

you hit it square center - now I want one ~

Brian Miller said...

oo la...that sounds like a nice kiss indeed....smiles...i rather like them explosive like that....smiles.

Mary said...

Beautifully metaphoric!! Love that evocative first stanza.

Claudia said...

oh i love pomegranates...how they prickle on the tongue...just like a good kiss..hmmmmm..nice

Victoria said...

I would guess the inspiration image was a couple kissing. But I would love a pom right now. We do have the juice.

Anonymous said...

"Kiss me again," I love that close--and those kisses, chills. Just a perfect little poem for it... smiles.

-Lila

Oliver said...

Great poem, as always - it feels Japanese, haiku-like in its simple power and wonderful turn at the end. I've thought for a while - hoped, really - that sites like twitter would create a rediscovery of poetry for a mass audience. I'm a slow adopter of new technology, but I'm glad to hear that you are out there trying it out - one day, I plan to get onboard the twitter train myself. I'll be sure to follow you when I do!