Orphani

Sep 23, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

little tomato

Little tomato
Last of the dying season

I love you most of all
In the absence of
Your regal brothers and
Proud sisters

Though they were exultant
In the suns
bestowed reason
They are gone

Little tomato
I love your hope
Clinging alone to the gray black
Final branches of a mothers love

I love the imperfect decadence
Of your never being and
Flavor of never tasting
You were born never to be mine

You hold on alone
In the Wide frost of night
Morning fears it's last fragile
Fall of separation,
but not my heart.

— Orphani, Sep 23, 2009

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odd molly

16 years 8 months ago

yes.. the lovely treasures

yes.. the lovely treasures that our mother in heaven prepare for us . I so love your little tomato wonderfully written poetry dear O. Love. o molly

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Barry

Again you touch on profound meanings and find them in a humble tomato ... you my friend blow my mind sometimes lol I will never look at tomatos the same again ... though cannot tell you what they taste like I am alergic to them lol (hug) Love and higgest bugs Jayne x x Edit forgot your stars sowi lol

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Strange how empathetic we feel sometimes

Oh little tale of wonder and slight mystery, the fruit, the tomato a modest fruit when left to hang and rot, forgot. I was fairied away into another element, another nature, one that is not of ours, as if I were the tomato, hanging, hoping, dreaming and finally frosted stiff and cold. I lived this tale, I am there looking at the tomato, in the night light, very present, in the now of observations moment. Lovely. Orphani. Love Ann of Norway Is empathetic a word? It looks like it! "the suns decadent reasoning" Like this!......but I THINK that "the suns decadent reasoning" can be on one line? and even" the dying branches of a mother's love" ? Your never being and flavour...........?...on next line the and and even "you were born never to be mine...........? and even..."scented with frost ........to emphasise the FROST fed with the great owl......not position but meaning? I think ...cannot forget. Oh my I suddenly went fussy. Scuse I Ann.

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Leave it to a Poet to take

Leave it to a Poet to take the ordinary, transcend & transform it I'll borrow a dear friend of mine's comment: nniiiiiccccce! There's a poem I wrote when quite depressed, not caring about living another day, but upon seeing a ripening tomato, I suddenly wanted to live, wanting to eat it when ripe. Kind of reminds me of this one (if you won't mind?) http://www.neopoet.com/node/9421 I so enjoy Neopoets and our many flavours (even alergic to tomatoes, Hi Jayne!) ~A

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Everyone seems to be falling in love

With your little tomato Barry, how the little things crave our mother instincs, that is in women, they immediately wish to protect and help don't they? We! We'll never forget your little tomato! Love Ann of Norway

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Orphani:

Never to be the glorious food of a human being, this little tomato has been left out from the circle of life. Maybe the sun has its own, private and evolutionary reasons, but who could say! I understand our own failings reflect the same fate of this humble creation, for all things and creatures are alive and well, even the owl. Left alone, all things decay eventually, just to be noticed, perhaps, and loved, and nurtured this way, by the light of a single little poem, as if that would be sufficient honor for the time being. Great poem, my friend! Sincerely, Hugo

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear O

What could I write that has not already been said in the above comments other than that I agree, I loved it and I do eat tomatoes, sorry, sorry,sorry. You have a wonderful eye for seeing the beauty in the most humblest of things, such a blessing to read your writes so to bring us back to a happy place. Love Lyz. XX

Ink Dragon

16 years 7 months ago

orphani,

this poem drew me in, a really great write. I enjoyed being shown the heroic little tomato, which I would probably never have noticed on my own. Careless me! A few little points to nitpick: l.3 missing space (I love), l.13 typo (little) and apostrophes in l.8 (sun's)& l.14 (mother's). You may not know this, but I am most unfamous for pointing out missing apostrophes ;) Yours, ~Nina

Cloudthings

16 years 7 months ago

You are a delightful writer. I was swelled to compassion with t

I found in this a delightful joy my friend, a wonderful simple meditation on a deeper issue than it seems to be. You are a delightful writer. I was swelled to compassion with the the very first few lines & warmed to empathy immediately... really refreshingly lovely. Ilove you most of all In the absence of Your fat brothers and Blushing sisters Though they were exultant In the suns Decadent reasoning They are gone Wonderful Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Barry

Still a wonderful read noticed it updated lol love and hugs Jayne x x

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Dear O

Once a treat, always a treat. You have a wonderful mind, still a great poem also. Love Lyz. XX

Nordic cloud

16 years 6 months ago

Oh O, Oh O, your little tomat-O

Your little loveable tomato keeps on rolling into my page, as if it would be visited again, that insignificant little Autumn tomato, has been elevated to 'historic', she/ he rolls on in our hearts as the epitome of decadence, of rot and decay, of wizening and death. She has a heart of red, like us, and spreads her flavours to the winds of chance, so to be a part of all that is like us, as we too become decayed and old and fold into the earth once more, where we came from in the first place, so lovely, so simple and so natural. "I love the imperfect decadence Of your never being and Flavor of never tasting You were born never to be mine"......(.I would still like this rearranged and the 'and' after 'being' leaves one in the air? or would a comma help?) O farewell O tomato, Ann O' Norway in the snow. P.S.I want to add a bit about the little basil plant we had yesterday now we have eaten it up ! It had been the second part of a pot of them that we managed to keep, difficult usually, and suddenly I find myself thinking of the little pot of basil and missing it, how strange, it was almost human.

Orphani

16 years 6 months ago

Yes yes, think about that

Yes yes, think about that little plant there are poems everywhere.I think the simplist most insignifigant things make the best metaphors in the imagination. Becouse it's like the biggest leap and people don't value them and it is in those things the most value lies. And connects to the following line and Flavors of never tasting. Why I like And at the end of the preceding line is becouse I think it gives more emphisis to the word flavors to have it lead the sentence.Now that you bring this to my attention I think the other reason I do it is becouse of the influence E.E.Cummings had on me. He was a genious l(a le af fa ll s) ONE L INESS NOW HOW DOES THAT LEAVE YOU? rULES SOMTIMES BOX US IN AND REMOVE US FROM AN EXPANDED PERSPECTIVE iF WE DON'T QUESTION THEM. i AM IN THE PROSSESS OF FINDING MY PLACE.iT WILL TAKE TIME.i APPRECIATE AND LOVE TO DISCUSS POETRY AND THE VASTNESS OF THE POSSIBILLITIES.wHEREE DID YOU GET THAT LIST YOU GAVE JANE THAT WAS GREAT. aND YOU BETTER LAUGH OR YOU KNOW WHAT. LOVE b