Heart of the Artichoke

You are the sweet succulent heart of the artichoke... dipped in creamy butter of delicious desire... You are Rhubarb in early Spring dipped in sugary kisses of love...

As passions emerge and hungers delight... 

the possibilities soar from bloom to bloom 

The blossoms of Spring have become 

the hope of summer's reward. 

Cranberry and Blueberry golden wheat bread 

become the mainstay of a lover's retreat... 

served with creamy Brie as chords of Mozart 

flood the banks of rippling streams of 

promises made under the tender boughs 

of summer sighs and bluest of skies. 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Heart of the Artichoke'
Patricia Wedel,
I loved reading this. Softness and light, summer and music with the thread of love holding it all together. So beautiful. I am left yearning for winter to get moving and let Spring come on in. Winter is not finished of course but I love all the seasons.
Thanks for your writing.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Kathy… how charming to read your Review… It must be Great to live in a Climate that grows Artichokes… they are so healing to a troubled Soul… thanks for stopping by. Blessings of 💗 love in abundance. gently, Pat

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Pat,
My parents have grown artichokes. They have learned and do all the right things to create perfect conditions for good food. Me, well my soil is quite acidic and trees shade a little too much but still every year I am out there working and trying. It's sometimes a challenge. You have inspired me! thanks for that.
Bless you.
Kathy

[barleygirl]

I know you're taking a sabbatical (& thanks for explaining), but I had to click on this lovely title of yours. The analogy is so apt . . . after digging thru all those stickeries & scraping a minimal amount of sustenance from each frond, finally we reach the artichoke heart. I've been trying to sprout some artichoke plants from seeds . . . got 2 out of 6 seeds planted. They are surprizingly slow to grow, even tho the thistle weeds around my place seem to sprout six feet tall in a week! Wishing you the very best as you take care of all that needs taking care of (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... so thrilled you read this poem. It is my own favorite... since in 1958-59, I went to a Religious College boarding school in Napa Valley. The Cafeteria had Artichokes for lunch and dinner all you could eat the entire year from September to June. They were so succulent dipped in warm butter. So I know you live in an area where you could grow the beauties.
Lucky you. Thank you for your delicious review. truly, Pat

[T.S. Ulmus]

This poem reminds me of love forlorned, I've had lots of "possibilities sore from bloom to bloom" and "promises made under the tender boughs of Summer sighs". But promises kept and love eternal is a much different thing. Still, you captured a large part of my experiential existence in lovely words. Is it a poem about fleeting love or love that could have been? Maybe it's a poem about love that is and I just can't read it that way because I'm fickle. I feel that a poem it's meant to express emotion and give an opening for a person to put themself in that expression. To that end you succeeded greatly.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear T.S. you are the connoisseur of delectable 💕 hearts... thank you for your “slight of hand” when reading my poetry. I thank thee. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

“Sleight of hand” could be an interesting poem.... wish you could pen that poem...
Would love to read it. I could not do the Title Justice... pleased if you would. Pat

[Valentine]

You even make foods romantic. Soft words from a soft soul I would imagine. Valentine

[Teresa Powell]

That was beautiful and rich. It flowed at just the right speed. Teresa~~

[Neville]

I close my eyes and salivate, you made me be there

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... it has only been five years... hope you have recovered from reading my poem..truly, Pat

[Neville]

................ how time does fly :)

[Adam Adams]

The poetry's very "warm", though I find the coldness / softness of winds / words in your words... which helps the mind get relaxed. Lovely poetry!

[emmajoy]

As a landscape designer, have to mention that gardens set in natural forms with both gentle and/or ardent colours are just like setting letters into the warmth of metre and meaning. At least that's the intention for me.. doesn't too often work, but this one tries1

Your language here is so alluring and true, the blossoming of Spring, the harvest of Summer and onwards.. tis a super fantastic prayer come true.. and, you've planted your words so wonderfully well.

And those four last lines are a perfect setting for me, so please forward address.. it's perfect and inviting and magical, Patricia..

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Emmajoy... reading your comments
Is like seeing the first crocus in the early
Spring as the snows of Winter are kissed
with sunshine. I adore artichokes,
especially the heart. With blessings...
truly... Pat

[TL Boehm]

a delicious little bite of sweet poetry. Well penned.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Tammy... What a pleasant surprise to
discover your review. My muse is as dormant
read moredear Tammy... What a pleasant surprise to
discover your review. My muse is as dormant
as a winter garden. You are the hope of a
warm Spring when we awaken to the song
of birds. truly... Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

My muse is as dormant as a winter
garden. You are the hope of an early
Spring with sweet birdsong. truly ... Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

Cranberry and Blueberry golden wheat bread
become the mainstay of a lover's retreat...
served with creamy Brie as chords of Mozart
flood the banks of rippling streams of

This piece is extremely elegant. I yearn to see your garden:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... I was honored that you read my poem.
I was inspired by golden wheat bread with cranberries
and blueberries freshly baked at Wegmans bakery where I live.
It was recommended to serve it with
creamy Brie. My husband and I found it to
be very romantic... and thus my poem.
Thanks for your delicious review.
truly your friend, Pat