Cherries in a BowlA Poem by Lorraine MontezExistential ponderings...No child here, Despair of decades written upon her
face, Once fierce in conviction, fatigue
now takes that place.
Many eras of striving… Entanglements, sorrowful made Such creative potential, erringly
spent, was mislaid.
And now, looking back, Glancing over the wracked wasteland
strewn With golden intentions, no regret…for
she is immune,
To that wasted emotion, With knowledge that she’s done her
best Traversing time, back to the start, She could never have guessed
At the numbness and isolation which embody
her soul She gave it all out, like ripe
cherries in a lush bowl Lavishly set, and bountifully
displayed Glistening skin, so beautifully
arrayed…
And ripe for the picking, and often
times Kept in the clutch Of a gluttonous hand who would
greedily covet so much
Of the sweetness therein, unprotected, unsullied, so pure These extravagant appetites Taint the spoils of what was demure.
No means to defend No method of self-protection. So acted upon, Yet still striving for some direction…
For even a cherry in life must have
some avocation? What was the reason for tiny red
fruit to be borne? Endowed with what was surely is some
special aspiration… Clustered around its loved ones, but
still so forlorn
It cannot imagine the wine it is yet
to become In pondering span of existence to
date, it is sad All images rendered in mind, of what
it could be… Little red pearl boasts only of what
it has had.
© 2016 Lorraine MontezAuthor's Note
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