Hearts hang like fruit
weighted on branches
with sunlight whispered lips
fondling the surface they ripen
this is what we hold
flawless when in love
the friendship that has grown
the one who knows our needs
who we are in mind, the physical
our strengths admired
our weaknesses forgiven
What happens if then the
wrong tree was chosen
ours not by choice to inflict
a rancid taste into their mouths
they can elect to discard
and we withdraw into ourselves
in the end not the preferred held
in hand, our flesh will rot like fallen fruit
bruised, we lie and wither
I wish I could say all of me has returned, but I think I’m only an eighth at this point.
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Jenny, welcome back. I think your poem is beautiful. Though I can’t help looking at it and wish you would economize on the language which would slow it down. I will send you and exmple of what I mean. >KB
Thank you KB, I am sort of back, not fully though. I am not sure what you mean by slowing it down and look forward to your email, thank you KB for thinking it was beautiful.
That doesn’t sound good although it’s a wonderful poem.
I hope you are alright.
I’m not sure myself R what it means, if it means anything at the moment. I’m ok.. Thank you for your concern.
It’s genuine. I for one have missed ya J 🙂
Thank you R, that means a great deal to me…truly. Hugs my friend.
Interesting poem. If it’s saying, ‘you’ve made your bed, now sleep in it,’ I don’t believe you must these days. No point in wasting your life.
Nice to see you back. ❤ ❤
Thank you Tess, I think I’m half back..if that makes sense. To your question, you are right..but it’s if the shoe was on a different foot..which probably doesn’t make sense either, as my thought process is still a little disjointed. ❤ ❤
Sorry to hear you feel a little disjointed. Hope you’re back to yourself soon. Happy weekend. ❤
Thank You for Being a Blessing in my Life. I Appreciate YOU 🙂
Thank you Morgan for saying such a lovely thing. You are as always so kind.
It’s good to see you! ❤
Thank you Jackie ~ hugs.
i’m happy to see you, i know you are just stopping by to share a few words, and they are powerful words. hugs from afar ) b
Thank you Beth, yes I can only muster the muse intermittently now, I hope this changes soon. Hugs back x
With a heavy heart, I feel yours, Jen. Such a beautiful poem that saddens me. Sorry for all that you’re going through. Hugs and Love. ~Karen~
Thank you Karen, my heart is heavy, my mind equally at this juncture, weighed down by what is happening. I can only hope it improves and quickly. Hugs & love to you my friend. x
I’m not sure what KA means in the comment as well, but it’s interesting and helpful to get feedback like this. I think the poem is absolutely beautiful and being an eight back is better than not being back at all 😉 Sending you hugs and love xxx
Thank you sweetheart, I just wish to be whole again and soon. Hopefully that will happen. Love and hugs back to you xxx
So good to see you back, even if it is gradual – your writing as ever is sublime. I hope your life improves from whatever you face very quickly! 🙂 xxxx
Thank you Helen, for the welcome and what you wrote about my writing, very kind of you and yes I hope it does too x
Hi Jen good to see you writing again. I get the impression from this that there is a long way to go for you, that there are many issues to be overcome and I pray not too much ‘withers’ before another eighth appears.
Thank you Michael, yes a very long road ahead, I hope it doesn’t either. Being guided by my muse, who isn’t that responsive right now. Appreciate your kind comment my friend.
You are always welcome.
The poem is not complete. With nurturing the tree will grow strong. The fruit will become sweet. Some pruning and hugging… but I am a tree hugger. 😉
a mumsy hugger also.
Thank you Amber, hugs are hard to give right now… But I thank you for yours and I reciprocate.
Beautiful as always Jen. I’m glad you’re on the way back. I missed you.
Thank you, for both your lovely comments x
nice use of the extended metaphor of the fruit…
the not being chosen….withdrawing into ourselves is particularly
emotional point for me…
glad you are writing your way through it jenny
Thank you Bri, I am glad you read and felt. I’m trying too, not quite whole yet..
Jen, you’re poem is beautiful but I don’t like the sound of where you’re at. please email if you need another friend..email@example.com x
Thank you AM…. i have emailed x
Just replying, Jen.x
Glad that you’re sort of back. Take your time, sweetie – this poem shows how high the emotions have been. Missed you. 🙂
I have to at this point lovely,thinking straight or to write is difficult for me, I have missed you too. xx
beautiful poem as always ❤
Alisha ~ thank you again for reading and your kindness x
sending another batch of HUGS XO
Thank you Eunice xx
Amazing writing as usual but coming from a heavy place perhaps…I always think it’s okay to take time when we need it…take time and care Jenny. Heather
Thank you very much Heather.
Oh, how unfair to have rancid fruit instead of delicious sweet fruit. I am sorry for the bitter taste left in your mouth and in your heart, Jen! Always amazed at the way you spill your guts out and still manage to make it sound beautiful, my dear one! Hugs, Robin
Thank you Robin x
Playing catch up on my reading. I love the opening stanza – those heavy fruit. I sense the pain of the second one – the images are so powerful. Hope life has improved.