Nourishment
December 18th, 2005
I make a promise:
two poems every day.
One for eating, the words
from the pages of a book
like the pomegranate fruit:
fire inside a leathery skin.
And one for pouring out
from the parched place in me:
(that waits for perfect sentence, the witty one,
the just-so observation, the clean narration,
but needs the messiness of each stained seed, just as it is)
words cupped in the bowl of the poem;
a mouthful of red juice.
15 Responses to “Nourishment”
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I don’t know what floors me more…that unbelievable photo…or those perfect words…
oh this is gorgeous. the photo…i can smell and taste it through the screen. the words…my heart feels happier having read them.
I am actually salavating. Seriously. This is beautiful.
PS I love the new banner
God god, woman, that is food porn at its finest
Can you believe that I have never actually eaten a pomegranate? I’ve always been totally intimidated by them.
this is unvbelievable…
i love the words…
i love the description..
wow…
and i can’t even begin to say
anything about the picture…
mmmmmmm:)
OH MY! Pomegranate season. Happiness is the explosion in my mouth brought on by those small red jewels. Delight.
such luscious words, and the photo - with the reds against that gorgeous blue - so nice!
beautiful…and i love the commitment to 2 poems.
I’m relishing every single word of this post. re-reading it over and over and over until my belly is full.
Note to self: when staying late at work do not log onto mytopography.com to “check-in” with Christina. You will be left a salivating, self-depracating (at your lack of writerly ability) mess.
Your words are really edible. This poem is so rich…and the photograph…wow.
Amazing picture!!! Wonderful words too:)
LOVE IT!
You know what they say that you don’t have to eat a whole bad egg to know it’s bad? Thge reverse holds. I don’t have to read your whole site to see it’s a keeper and repeater.
Wowie, great pic and poem. I’m bookmarking you.
I love the last line. it brings me full circle. this is one of the best poems I’ve ever read (and I read alot of poetry … try to write it, but that’s a whole ‘nother conversation) Thanks for this one, Christina!