Nate's Crazy Tomato Poem
Well, I was gonna just throw this in as a comment under Jack's poem, but due to its length and form, a new post suits it best. I find it interesting that in my archives, rather than having this particular file saved as "tomato scherzo" it is (aptly?) named "Nate's Crazy Tomato Poem."
Jaunty tomato! A burst of primary colors –
Flaring red-orange, you shamelessly seize the eyes’ attention;
Gently taunting tomato odor rolls through the air.
Affably rubbery to the touch
(Firm, but never serious!)
Radiating good humor, humming happily to yourself, demanding
to be eaten.
unlike the solemn crimson apples
or the mundane starched roots and tubers
Your bright complexion resounds,
“World, here I am!”
Amid the staccato bursts of fanfare trumpet leaves.
You do not shrink from the teeth but burst forth,
Lively drops of tangy essence splashing against the world.
No mourning for the loss of juice and seeds –
Delighted at the request to release your pent-up redness,
Your peculiar-sharply scent announces itself stronger.
against the drumbeat of the eggplant-dirge
no dour deep green zucchini-requiem
The rollicking angular Tomato-scherzo blares
Above all sounds
With its immutable pipes, brass, and tambourine ~
Tomato! not bound by laws of nutrition,
You transcend fruititude,
You defy vegetability.
No one can stifle your deep-hued jollity
or match the wit
of your spiky leaves.
Soaked in life, dripping with energy, Forever sending tomato waves to
every corner of the world
Transmitter of festivity, Repository of humor,
You will not be silenced!
Tomato Scherzo
Jaunty tomato! A burst of primary colors –
Flaring red-orange, you shamelessly seize the eyes’ attention;
Gently taunting tomato odor rolls through the air.
Affably rubbery to the touch
(Firm, but never serious!)
Radiating good humor, humming happily to yourself, demanding
to be eaten.
unlike the solemn crimson apples
or the mundane starched roots and tubers
Your bright complexion resounds,
“World, here I am!”
Amid the staccato bursts of fanfare trumpet leaves.
You do not shrink from the teeth but burst forth,
Lively drops of tangy essence splashing against the world.
No mourning for the loss of juice and seeds –
Delighted at the request to release your pent-up redness,
Your peculiar-sharply scent announces itself stronger.
against the drumbeat of the eggplant-dirge
no dour deep green zucchini-requiem
The rollicking angular Tomato-scherzo blares
Above all sounds
With its immutable pipes, brass, and tambourine ~
Tomato! not bound by laws of nutrition,
You transcend fruititude,
You defy vegetability.
No one can stifle your deep-hued jollity
or match the wit
of your spiky leaves.
Soaked in life, dripping with energy, Forever sending tomato waves to
every corner of the world
Transmitter of festivity, Repository of humor,
You will not be silenced!
3 Comments:
It's not embarrassingly bad; I think it's pretty creative, actually. Especially for a high school assignment. And I doubt anyone's ever going to attack you as a Yevtushenko plagiarist. (Highly unlikely for, really, any number of reasons.)
If you're gonna gripe about Pete posting your embarrassing old poetry, you gotta post some new poetry too to make up for it. Come on, Nate, bring it!
[Grandpa Simpson voice]
"I'll be good..."
Yeah,
I had initially planned to add in a bit of commentary about the poem, Nate, but I decided in the end to let it speak for itself.
My archives are very random and more incomplete than anything else.
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