Two Tomatoes Sit On The Counter Next To Me Poem by David Jason Robinson

1
Two tomatoes sit on the counter next to me
One has an indention
Earlier, I threw one away that had become rotten
It was wet and mold was beginning to present itself

2
The multi-colored flower sticks above the balcony
It breezes lightly, but the flower doesn't move

3
I survey a painting across the room
You have to look at it at an angle in order
to appreciate its beauty: layers of leaves.

4
Life is fragmented
There is neutrality, I think not in shades of grey-
But in hues of tan

5
A tissue puffs out of the box, reminding me of an atomic cloud

6
Today is governed by mildness, there will be no explosions.
Today, I am not into righteous indignation
Today, I am not preparing for battle

7
Ezra Pound's poetry is dense with allusion.
Bukowski's with directness

8
I oppose censorship, but there is little cause
For me to march in the street on Pennsylvania Avenue
In front of the White House
in Washington, D.C.
I am not into that sort of thing
I am not a revolutionary
I just want peace
I am a middle-aged American Man
There is little that I want to complain about my country-
I sleep in relative peace, except for the occasional
Machinations of my mind- manufactured images that
sometimes haunt me, but
I push those thoughts aside.
I am getting better at it.

9
I live in a safe residential area in a large city
I can walk to many convenient things
I can shop independent stores
I can shop chain stores
I have choices
I value having choices

10
Books are central to my life
I look at the cover of a newly purchased book
OCEAN OF WORDS by Ha Jin
The title absorbs me and draws me in

11
Potatoes are more durable than tomatoes
They are a root vegetable, not a fruit
Both taste good in their own way
Potatoes need a little extra help
If I were starving, either one would satiate my longing
For nourishment
I have never been starving.
I appreciate that fact.
I hope I never know what it is like not to eat or
to have my freedom of choice taken away from me.

12
I have experienced some very bad things-
but not daily, and mostly of my own accord-
My brain works unusually, but it does work (and effectively) :
I can read.
I can speak.
I can feel.
I can articulate.
I can turn a phrase.
I respirate freely.

13
There isn't "a god".
There is God.
I long for him. Within me, a God spot dwells:
Transcendent of all things-
My soul seeks him.
He is there, and wants to be found.
The human condition can be a conundrum,
But I have faith that answers will be revealed
upon completion of the cycle of life.
Seek always. Seek. Seek.

14
Blessings be unto you-
Blessings, blessings, blessings to you all…