Espalier

Exploring metaphor as a means to get close to distant things

Lately you’ve taken to gardening;

with pots made from old cans

and pots made from old can-nots

which skirt across the window sill,

that run along your porch:

the could-a beans, and should-a beans,

and those which you refer to as

your apples deeply soaked

in the malt of bane experience:

where tendrils sprout and claw

a trellis on your wall-ed face:

the what-if vine… that line you spoke

where: “Bags and baskets full of baubles

full of tears are onions… and we are very like onions”

And now you bunch them up,

and you string them within reach

beneath a moon supposing light

which moves in you with such blue ache;

it rains all through the night as though

you are a prophet - like the lama of the hail-stone,

who warned you way back when of

reaping what you sow, sweet heart…

reaping what you sow

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Clever and on-point word play; highly creative piece!

[charlie]

Thanks for saying so, Frankie J. Much appreciated

[David Watson Brown]

...and what wonders have you found in those explorations. Marvelous piece of work that 'grows' on the reader...

[Corset]

That's absolutely wonderful, I especially enjoyed the rain lines, and the reference to onions, beans and apples. Wonderful writing here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like how you took the intangible and made it tangible by using the metaphors....that you can't measure, with your words, is measured...
i think you are the prophet...with your poetry...could a beens and should a beens...i like the way you spelled those...could a beans...
those beans come back to haunt us ...like actions we later regret.

so cool, this poem.

a nice firework on the fourth.

[charlie]

Thanks for leading the way, jacob