Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Poetry Tuesday: Three Poems About Radishes

(Note to Betty fans: By now you can probably tell Betty had a picture-taking spree in the produce department.  In the coming weeks, you'll be seeing more of these pictures.  They have inspired me!  Produce does that!)

Write About a Radish. . .
                         -- Karla Kuskin

Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.

The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.

The Man Pulling Radishes
                            --Kobayashi Issa

The man pulling radishes
pointed my way
with a radish.

Spoon River Vegetables
                         --GC aka BB

It is true.
I have squandered my life.

While the frugal celery
strove to tower,
and the conscientious pepper
struggled for dignity,
I was busy admiring the way 
my healthy-rosebud-complexion
spread so evenly over 
my satin polished skin,
taut over my
luscious rotundity.

I loved it there
in my darkness.
I relished the warmth
of the moist lover 
enveloping my swelling belly.

How was I to know
I wore green flags on my head?

But I have never been angry.
I have no regrets.

When they pulled me
from the ground
the earth kissed me goodbye.


Anonymous said...

I love this poem-I came back after I read it to find the author--wow--I know that author!! I

Anonymous said...

These are very nice, but I still prefer the beet poets.

Bossy Betty said...

Perhaps that is the root of your problems....

Anonymous said...

THANK YOU BETTY for posting these lovely, nutritious poems. i didn't want to cry this week. last week undid me.

Anonymous said...

But they relieve the monotony of my vegetable existence.

Bossy Betty said...

I am sure something will turnip soon to help with that monotony.

Anonymous said...

I yam sure, too.