" Farmer's Market..."

A Sunday sort of thing

Sometimes I feel we need to be HEARD with the "nows" ears and not just our “always” eyes.

 

 

“Farmer’s Market…”

 

Sunday morning - sound of life

Breath …beginnings, movings.

Sun’s light - flowing out and in

peaking and peekings, patterns

and weavings

thoughts floating and flowings -

…the softness of a glistening you…

to coffee and the rising sun.

 

A chill autumn day

both bright and full.

And the crispness feels …good

as the hand grasps

“possibles” bag and stick.

Strides begin as the mind awakes

and sings and breathes

to each separate taste

of todays way.

 

Red, yellow, and rainbowed peppers.

Drams of honeys - full

field flavored and even combs.

Season’s last green beans,

midsummer's squash

and fall’s flower colors,

pumpkins - all sizes, shapes and hues.

 

Sweet onions, cabbage, garlic,

basil, thyme, rosemary grown wild.

Fresh made noodles and pastas, seasonings…

butchered meats, fresh trucked fish,

Honey Crisp Apples sweet and dear.

A smattering of cheeses, fresh organics,

free range eggs, and a little sweet corn

…and then the ciders too.

 

So much freshness - their tastes forgotten

as we shop supermarkets and chain stores.

And yet so often remembered

when you sit at tomorrow’s tables

and pass the pale canned versions

of limp and taste-less somethings

not EVER remembered.

 

Familiar voices of the hawkers -

doing what they do best

chattering as friends and neighbors do

for they are mine after all.

Playing a lil catch-up,

haggling and dealing

and the winners count coup

as the losers step up.

 

And the sad lil smile as I turn away

- today was this years last day…

I already miss them all.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tumara Hall]

This is such a relatable piece, its a wonderful experience through your eyes. I love!

[Chris]

Nice of you to pause with me... I'm glad you came by.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is such a great piece. It is simple, yet it emotes the feel of the passing of summer, simpler times, simpler ways, the things that go with such things as farmer's markets. I share your love of these things, and the people that breathe life into them.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Wow, I love the farmer's market and miss it now! You have captured the essence and culture of it all in this poem.

[Valeigh Starr]

Your poetry reminds me of the rare kind of painting I can actually appreciate, the kind that depicts everyday life in a beautiful, almost magical way. Your word choice is awesome, your line breaks work both verbally and visually, and this poem reminds me of trips to the farmer's market growing up and walking around the trade lot in my family's current town.

[Chris]

Hi, thank you for pausing here with me... and I hope you return. Your insight is thought-full and appreciated.

[Odile RAZAFIMANDIMBY]

Hello Chris,
Happy to be back and follow such beautiful "fleeting instants" Odile

[Chris]

"ODILE"!! Welcome back! It's good to again see and hear you.

[Odile RAZAFIMANDIMBY]

I'am happy to hear from you too Chris. After moving, I lost my good habits but I think I'll take my pen again ..

[Chris]

Life happens and sometime we recover... your pen shall sing again I'm sure.

[Lucifer Jones]

I brought my chair and coffee... and as always you tender the most enchanting portraits of life. The descriptives here transport me to Soulard and Roxbury back home. Weekend mornings with my mother and our nylon mesh bags, going from stand to stand and truck to truck. The sounds of the neighborhood seemingly silenced. Memories I can smell as I close my eyes and enjoy... A beautiful journey you've sent me on. Another truth, as I remember the Progresso garbage I recently purchased. I do so miss the markets in the fall and winter. Life is beautiful... Thank you for always reminding me of that with your words. I am a fan.

[Chris]

It snowed here yesterday... made for a good evening fire.

[Ayvid N]

I totally identify with this poem...We still go to the vegetable markets to shop, here in India and canned vegetable are generally not in use.

This write took me on a superb trip of tastes and colorful visuals. Nature in its full glory is bountiful and has so much to offer, yet sadly, we opt for adulterated, watered-down versions of its lovely offerings.

A very thought-provoking read Chris. Thank you.

[Chris]

Thanks for pausing Divya... hope your day has went well so far.

[Ayvid N]

You are most welcome Chris. My day has been good so far and I hope all is very well for you too....

[Chris]

Made new friends and found words worth being heard.

[Ayvid N]

That's wonderful to hear. I am so happy for you!

[Tiffany Boles]

I love the farmers market. I grew up in the country, around farming and green-housing vegetables, and tobacco. I use to help my aunt sell her produce at the farmers market. It's a more natural refreshing place compared to the endless isle at the supermarkets. Plus the stands carry greater nutrition, most times lol But, I very much enjoyed this. Very descriptive and well written in such a way that it made me picture my own experiences too :)

[Chris]

Hi Tiffany, glad you came by...and I appreciated your memories too.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'the softness of a glistening you…'

some wonderful descriptions here, the taste of October with its bronzes and honeys. fantastic.

[Chris]

It has been awhile since last finding you... hope all is well.

[Emerald Seas]

A terrific description of a day at the market. I miss them - we don't have very many near us... well, near enough I suppose but the traffic is awful so it feels like they are farther away than they really are. Fresh home grown produce is sooooo much better than the grocery store! Growing up on a farm and canning everything, I know there isn't anything that compares to the freshness of something grown locally.

Winter is setting in and this was a wonderful glimpse into the last days of the farmer's market. Beautifully and artfully written, as always.

[Chris]

I remember my own Beltway travels... I don't imagine the traffic could get any lighter... chuckling here