Plums

by sibyllene   Jul 17, 2012


Three dark plums in the basket.
I saved them and saved them, until
they were too rotten to eat.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Mohan

    Perfect poem

  • 5 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    At first read, I thought this humorous, it made me smile a little, but I saw the meaning that we put off things in life and before we know it, it is too late...we always say we will do something tomorrow, or the next day but sometimes we don't get the chance.

    A really nice symbolism, unique and creative.

    I love that this piece is so simple in it's form and length but holds such a deep meaning, always touches me how great poetry can be.

    Love this
    kept meaning to comment, sorry it took a long time xxx

  • 5 years ago

    by Jordan

    I love how youre giving short form poetry a shot lately. What a great little piece. It highlights a folly that I'm all too familiar with. Presenting the topic in this way gives it a humorous twist that might not otherwise be evident. As well it provides a nice humble criticism of the self. We may question someone else who let's their food rot or even sarcastically suggest that they should send it to places where hunger is an issue.

    Excellent!

  • 5 years ago

    by The Prince

    I enjoyed this. Simple metaphor that could be taken a number of ways. Plums are a nice fruit to use too. (I was going to say I liked plums, but that could be easily misconstrued, haha!)

    I was going to ask you if this was a particular form because I got 7/8/7 from the syllable count.

    You could read this into a metaphor about a relationship, or an opportunity. Ripe fruits are a great metaphor because they represent growth, nutrition, seasons, purity.

    It reminds me of a poem called 'This is just to say' which also uses plums as a metaphor.

    Good write. Fresh and simple. Just like a plum!

    • 5 years ago

      by sibyllene

      Hey Danny,

      Thanks for the comment. No particular form here. It wanted to be "haiku-esque," in spirit, but I didn't want to be constrained a syllable count on this one. It was initially 7-7-7, until I submitted it and then edited it three seconds later.

  • 5 years ago

    by mnemosyne

    Ah, I do this more often than I'd like to admit. :) And oh, don't people do this with so many things? We shy away from beautiful things, things that will change our lives for the better; out of fear or disbelief we let those beautiful things gather dust, or watch the opportunities get taken up by another hand. Hm. Short and sweet!