haiku my heart ~ Pomegranate Seeds
OCTOBER 11, 2013
Red and green this day,
pomegranate fruit beckons…
return with one seed.
\*\*\*\*\*
Pomegranates are one of my favorite fruits.
Not only do I love to eat the seeds
and drink the juice of this luscious fruit,
I love the symbology,
and their use in legend reaches far...
One telling is in the myth of Persephone
and how in her abduction to the underworld and marriage to Hades,
making her queen of the underworld,
that she ate of the pomegranate seeds,
sealing her return year after year...
With my father's death...
I could feel that tug,
that pull down under...
This time, it was my left ankle first
and the veil settled over my face and
around my shoulders,
yet once again...
This time... rather than kick and scream
and hold on to this upper world with all my might,
I surrender,
let go...
I am beginning to be familiar
of walking through the world as if I were a ghost...
of putting on a smile
to hide the shyness and vulnerability of my grief...
This time...
I feel protective of my place in the underworld,
of being pulled back too fast into the world of bright light,
fast moving clock watching,
and the need to fill the empty places inside me...
I will wait
for these seeds that I consumed...
this ripe and luscious place
growing inside me...
to reach again for the light of spring...
Carrying me along
a spiral ladder of new green...
effortlessly.
\*\*\*\*\*
For more Friday haiku my heart
please visit Rebecca and other poets
at [recuerda mi corazon](http://corazon.typepad.com/)
pomegranate fruit beckons…
return with one seed.
\*\*\*\*\*
Pomegranates are one of my favorite fruits.
Not only do I love to eat the seeds
and drink the juice of this luscious fruit,
I love the symbology,
and their use in legend reaches far...
One telling is in the myth of Persephone
and how in her abduction to the underworld and marriage to Hades,
making her queen of the underworld,
that she ate of the pomegranate seeds,
sealing her return year after year...
With my father's death...
I could feel that tug,
that pull down under...
This time, it was my left ankle first
and the veil settled over my face and
around my shoulders,
yet once again...
This time... rather than kick and scream
and hold on to this upper world with all my might,
I surrender,
let go...
I am beginning to be familiar
of walking through the world as if I were a ghost...
of putting on a smile
to hide the shyness and vulnerability of my grief...
This time...
I feel protective of my place in the underworld,
of being pulled back too fast into the world of bright light,
fast moving clock watching,
and the need to fill the empty places inside me...
I will wait
for these seeds that I consumed...
this ripe and luscious place
growing inside me...
to reach again for the light of spring...
Carrying me along
a spiral ladder of new green...
effortlessly.
\*\*\*\*\*
For more Friday haiku my heart
please visit Rebecca and other poets
at [recuerda mi corazon](http://corazon.typepad.com/)
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