This Fruitful Mass Of Cadence

You have mistaken the sweetness of fruit.

You have mistaken its identity with the

taste of its wet skin dripping into a cluster

of sugary silk.

 

Its presents is as heavy as a whisper fallen on a wind.

Yet, every sweet speck of its texture has a purpose.

What it takes to ripen under a burning sun is control.

What it takes to bend without breaking is strength.

And what seed would know the hope of morning

without surviving that cold night.

 

It's the passion of a inner smile

And it's a fruitful mass of a 

 silent cadence.

Reviews

[williamisles]

I like The Fruitful Mass of Cadence. Read it several times. At first is seems like a mermaid, meaning completely evasive without a direction, purposely to confuse the mind. Then I saw what you were saying. So it means to me that it took some time to see from within you.

[Nicole Roush]

Yes. Thank you for reading this poem in such a thoughtful way. It's helpful to hear initial reaction and perception. That is very important

[Nipplegrinder]

This is gorgeous writing.

[sinNsincerity]

This is excellent Nicole, your poem shows that what's going on within is just as important as what's on the surface.

[wordman]

you have painted a sweet image with your words