Sunday, 6 February 2011

To a pomegranate, the sun sets here.


Sunset running into the spaces between fingers, above the wrist. 
The small shudder and crack of a pomegranate opening.

The sky yawns cold blue clouds
as a sigh of red leaps across the room.


Bending down, picking up
the reddest of rubies from the dirty carpet.

A moment later,
a last precious seed is found
casting its small shadow across 
the tabletop.


3 comments:

  1. Jodi,
    These....Amazing images,Amazing title, amazing words....
    they steal my heart with their beauty!
    Everytime i'll see a pomegranate, your sunset will make me smile.
    Thankyou.
    col

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  2. Thank you! I'm glad you liked it... I'm very happy to think that somewhere in the future you might smile and think back.

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  3. Oh yes i will!.....

    Jodi, i found it incredible, the way you bring about so much poetry,
    i love the images you sprinkle in the air with such an ease.
    Your titles alone makes me so ecstatic!
    They glide and hover in my brains!

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