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tender fragment

by Betania Tesch

and she is tender
pale pinkened with newness
and marinated in
the seasalts of quiet days
spent alone
spent on thinking and loving
soft and ripened
weighing down the branch
with her heavy nectars
but she will not fall
she will not rot on the ground
she is aware that
there is always a hand
just waiting to pick her
even if it's only her own
she doesn't see the glory
in decomposition
she'd rather soften herself
against the edges of the world
file herself down
and soak in the beauty of it all
to remain tender

08/15/2002

Posted on 08/15/2002
Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Paez on 11/14/02 at 02:36 AM

Absolutely yummy, Beth, a touching piece. I love the tastes in this, the duality of the fruit image used, but not squandered, even the slightest touch of vertigo. Holding on to the branch, whatever one's particular branch happens to be, is always at the forefront of the poet's mind, is it not? You did an excellent job of appreciating the fruit without needlessly plucking it. Thanks for sharing this tender fragment with us.

Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 03/19/03 at 02:59 AM

i'm not nearly as eloquent as richard, but i must say that i was moved by this piece. thank you, beth. -indi

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