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On the porch window sill,
in last year’s jam jars, tomato seeds are soaking:
Taxi, Sweet Millions, Oregon Spring, Paul Robson,
Black Krim, Early Cascade, Juliet.
They are small songs of hope in this season
of terror and tulips.
I want to think of Paul Robson singing,
blooming in July and Juliet weeping
as we taxi into this cascade of tears,
hope, spring.
© by Wendy Morton.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Wendy Morton believes poetry is the shortest distance between hearts. She's the author of six books of poetry, and a memoir, Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast, in which her adventures as a corporate sponsored poet are revealed. Her latest book of poetry, What Were Their Dreams, is a book of photo-poems of Canada's history. Wendy is the founder of Canada’s Random Acts of Poetry project and worked extensively on The Elder Project, earning a Meritorious Service Medal and the Order of British Columbia. In the midst of all that, she worked as an insurance investigator for more than 30 years. Wendy lives in Sooke, British Columbia, where she enjoys watching ravens.
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Katrina:
I like 'tears, / hope, spring.' I wonder if it was the lineation which appealed to me; certainly the tears did, but a cascade of hope sounds cathartic.
Posted 04/28/2016 02:46 AM
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Mary Lou Taylor:
Whoever named the tomato Paul Robson misspelled his last name. It is Robeson. I know because it's also my last name.
Thoroughly enjoyed the poem. And no one sang Old Man River like Paul Robeson. Or is it Ol' Man River?
Posted 04/24/2016 12:19 PM
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Dorcas:
Clever. I hope your tomatoes turn up.
Posted 04/24/2016 11:41 AM
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ElizabethP:
Very, very nice. Thanks!
Posted 04/24/2016 08:54 AM
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KevinArnold:
Fun!
Posted 04/24/2016 08:22 AM
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mimi:
thanks for your poem of hope, Wendy, amidst the terrors and tulips...
Posted 04/24/2016 06:46 AM
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Ross Kightly:
Fear the worst, hope for the best and be prepared constantly to keep on settling for the stuff in between if your luck holds... the aroma of water in the evening falling on the leaves of tomato plants... love the poem, thank you.
Posted 04/24/2016 03:17 AM
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Newf:
Beautiful and, yes, spring is hope.
Posted 04/24/2016 02:32 AM
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