the plum tree

The plum tree blossomed
and she knew Spring
was here.

She was young
and therefore moved fluidly
from yesterday's winter to today's spring
like the ever-pleasing honey bee--
the flowers blend one into the next
(and she forgets)
the purpose of the journey.

But she is here now.

The plum tastes so sweet upon her tongue
and she is young
and there is music in the air.

She questions her looks - when she should realize
-she will never be more beautiful-;
dewy tears on milky skin and honeyed lips.

Joy is fleeting, but so are smiles
and they always seem to come back for more...

So maybe she's in luck.

The plum is soft and malleable
-so is her heart-
which makes her easy prey but she
is full of innocence
and so blissfully
she will be
broken.

There will be a journey and along the way she will forget
the sensation of the sweet plum
upon her tongue.

but she is here now.

so maybe

she's in luck.

 

Reviews

[John Butterfield]

Beautiful piece of work. Very atmospheric
I have a plum tree and though it looks bare just now soon it will be covered with blossom and then that fruit - so fresh, sweet and vibrant when you eat it straight from the tree.
And you convey a spirit of optimism despite the inevitable forgetting on the journey.

[Robert Luna]

Great one again. I read this think this was actually about Eve taking the forbidden fruit. At least that was the imagine that was in my head. I felt like I was watching it take place like a moment in time frozen and stuck on auto-play for me to see. I enjoyed this alot you are amazingly great artist with your words.

[Randall Richard]

The plum is soft and malleable
-so is her heart-
which makes her easy prey but she
is full of innocence
and so blissfully
she will be
broken.

you make me melt, brilliant