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Conversations from the bean patch
by Kristina WoodhillI sat down close by you today
and felt how perfect was your form
your slender smoothness bid me stay
slight curving shape made for my palm
I knew with one touch of my hand
the harvest had begun
from this rich simple strip of land
the harvest bell was rung
i am no slave to man, dear friend
no shrinking violet, not i
i grow with my own given plan
a child of earth, water and sky
you were the firm quick snap
my fingers at your stem
you, tiny hanging pendant
now a swaying emerald gem
enticing dangling jewel of green
finish of matte, faceted round
a coy setting within your leaves
a treasure, for sure, to be found
simmer me softly, bathed in the waters
let some of my crunch so gently subside
saute me quickly in butter and herbs
infuse me with garlic, a suitable bride
I sat low beside your full bushes today
no Jack to climb you, some out of world vine
your magic to me by no trade of my own
is that you give freely, no politics bind
I have but to be your Jill, bringing you water
I'll tease out the smothering weeds that creep in
as sure as the summer sun rests high above us
I'll pick your abundance again and again
i am the bounty, the seeds ever offered
i am the sharing, i answer need's call
i am the joy in this life's simple cycle
with pure love's caring, i give you my all
08/04/2007 Posted on 08/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/05/07 at 02:12 AM Garlic - always a suitable bride. I love this. And it is too funny...I just returned from the market, and logged in to pathetic to write a poem about........vegetables. And I found this! We've bean thinking alike. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/05/07 at 03:35 AM Basil. This brought back so many memories - my mother used to have a small garden where she grew string beans. I love it and would dearly love to see this as potd. It's just got that quietly intense down home feeling. Quite a mixture, huh?
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/05/07 at 11:22 PM Everything about this poem enlivens. I feel alive just reading it. And I feel as if I'm peeking in and listening to this (a conversation!) happening. :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/06/07 at 08:50 PM Ahhh the pleasures of gardening! Especially the time of eating the produce of all the labor. Great tribute to happy gardening. Very effective use of conversational style with appropriate formatting. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/09/07 at 02:53 AM OMG. This is WONDERFUL!!! What an amazing poem. I'm literally in awe :) |
| Posted by David Hill on 01/23/09 at 07:04 PM A nice appreciation of something seemingly simple. It would be good to be at a mature age, and to come upon everything with new eyes. This poem sees beans with new eyes, and the personification in italics works well.
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