Random Acts of Poetry

Fruit

Nine-
hundred-thirty
years
since

the breath
of life
breathed
into you…

Almost as many
in this cursed land.
Through thorns
and thistles
we have walked
together;

do you
remember
the cool of the garden?
For I
cannot forget.

You—
who gave
the beasts of the field
their names…

You—
who first called the birds
of the the air…

You waited for me.

bone of your bone,
flesh of your flesh–

When you lay beside me
do you still
burn for me
as I burn for you?
My desire is for you
only.

When you touch me
does your heart
beat red
for me still?

I—
Mother of all the living–
have watched
all turn to death
by your side.

Nine-
hundred-thirty
years
is too long
to be…

unforgiven.

L.L. says…Would you like to try writing a love poem, in character? Post your offering by 6:00 pm, Thursday November 5, for links and possible feature at HighCallingBlogs.com. Drop your post link here in the comment box so I don’t miss it. Don’t be shy! 🙂

photo Red apple

Comments

  1. says

    I liked so, so, so many images here, including the one L.L. pointed out, and this:

    When you lay beside me
    do you still
    burn for me
    as I burn for you?

    Oh, and this:

    When you touch me
    does your heart
    beat red
    for me still?

    Truthfully, I loved it all. Great stuff. Every bit of it.

  2. says

    This is wonderful. I liked it all, but this spoke to me…

    Through thorns
    and thistles
    we have walked
    together;

    do you
    remember
    the cool of the garden?
    For I
    cannot forget.

    Walking life together, in the hard places, remembering. Great images!

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