Nemo poëta

And in short, I was afraid

I had tasted them all.
The low offerings
that dangled over fences
like a truce: in spring,
the soft avocados,
the shameless mango,
naked as a crime,
in summer,
the loveless opal
and the sudden lime;
how soon, then,
how unfairly, came fall,
came the rifled orange,
the ransacked peach,
the Jericho of grapefruit,
the effigies of tangerines.
I knew it was lost on me,
those famous patterns
of the famous speech,
and saw in myself
that ridiculous station
of standing where the fruit
was out of reach.

Jordan Potter is a writer and actor from Huntington Beach, CA. He operates the poetry film studio, Blank Verse Films.

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.