Kelly Kurt

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Fallen Fruit - Poem by Kelly Kurt

Gangly tree, once covered with spring’s pastel
Bows towards the soil, heavily laden with yield
September’s muse, maturing, honeying
Dew dappled sward is flecked with the fallen
Riven with ripeness, the succulent flesh decays
Wizened skin sloughs off the browning pulp
Imparting a mellifluous fragrance to fall’s air
Seductive scent entices the winged
Crowded with squadrons of flies and bees
The fruit appears quickened
Nature’s portion shared with insects and dirt

Topic(s) of this poem: fruit, life, nature

Comments about Fallen Fruit by Kelly Kurt

  • Daniel Brick (9/13/2015 10:34:00 AM)

    This is a satisfyingly benign view of nature. Decaying fruit might seem like a waste but you show that it has positive results: it perfumes the autumn air (which we humans can appreciate) which summons insects to their daily bread and still the fruit disappears under ground where its seeds were meant to go. This poem satisfies both the poet with its dense imagery and the scientist with its accurate description of natural processes. Additionally, I like your heightened vocabulary which conveys a kind of gravitas. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 11:32:00 AM)

    You have captured the full intent of my poem, Daniel. Thank you for your review. I have worked on expanding my vocabulary since I was young. Wittgenstein said, The limits of my language are the limits of my reality.

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  • Valsa George (9/13/2015 3:34:00 AM)

    I feel sad that the succulent fruit was not plucked in time, but was allowed to rot inviting squadrons of flies! Sometimes fruits fall over ripe from the tree! We can't help it! Enjoyed the poem! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 11:25:00 AM)

    Thank you, Valsa. Some peaches are out of reach to be picked and so over-ripen and fall rotting

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (9/10/2015 1:40:00 AM)

    Awfully glad I opted out of my Apple A Day mantra, this early Thursday morn in, ahemmm, The Big Apple......Your penchant for graphically depictive imagescaping is a flipping paragon for the so-called Poetic Canvass...Clearly awesome, Kelly... And on an even higher note...I want to thank you for this fruitful offerage... as I now officially own a fool-proof, iron-clad excuse to go back to my yodels and ring dings and never look back again at the dirt, insects and 'browning pulp (I think that one was my favorite, yet there were so many to PICK from?) ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/10/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    Actually, this was inspired by the fallen fruit of a young peach tree on the northwest side of the church. I was picking some, eating some, and listening to the drone of the hundreds of insects gorging on their portion. I immediately knew that the scene was ripe for plucking as a poem.
    Thanks for your wonderful comment, Frank.

  • (9/10/2015 12:48:00 AM)

    Beautiful still life painting but with true poetic movement and action, by those winged busy little creatures and for sure your impeccable imagery. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/10/2015 11:26:00 AM)

    I call them as I see them: -)
    Thanks, Sandra

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 10, 2015

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