Today is the third Thursday of the month, and that means it’s time for . . .
I realize I mention this almost every time I share a poem, but it’s true and worth repeating: One of the things I love best about poetry . . . is the way a fine poet can boil down some ordinary, everyday thing (like shopping for cherries) and make it So. Much. More. I hope you’ll enjoy this poem as much as I did.
Cherries
by Danusha LamérisThe woman standing across the Whole Foods aisle
over the pyramid of fruit, neatly arranged
under glossy lights, watched me drop
a handful into a paper bag, and said how do you do it?
I always have to check each one.
I looked down at the dark red fruit, each cherry
good in its own, particular way
the way breasts are good or birds or stars.
Doesn’t everything that shines carry its own shadow?
A scar across the surface, a worm buried in the sweet flesh.
Why not forget Death, the sharpened blade. Reach in,
take whatever falls into your hand.
This poem can be found in Poetry of Presence II: More Mindfulness Poems, edited by Phyllis Cole-Dai and Ruby R. Wilson, 2023, Grayson Books. Information about the poet can be found here.
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You can find A Gathering of Poetry every month . . . on the third Thursday.
Share some.
Read some.
Gather up some poetry!
(Bonny is hosting a special link-up for A Gathering of Poetry. Be sure to check it out!)
Mmm, now I am craving cherries! I think this poem so perfectly captures how much everything tastes so good at this time of year, and we really have to grab it by the handful!
I love how Danusha makes the ordinary… extraordinary! Now I need to find some cherries… asap! XO
Luscious photo! Cherries are just about my favorite fruit – maybe because their season is so short (except maybe in Michigan – in my mind it’s The Cherry State). But I will always try to check every cherry even after reading that poem. Just me, I guess.
Love the photo and love the poem! I’m another checker of cherries though….not every single last one…but close…
Poems about the everyday and ordinary that help us realize how very extraordinary these things are are wonderful! I don’t have cherries on my grocery list but I will certainly stop and admire them the next time I shop and think of this poem.
The everyday & ordinary are universal. It’s hard not to respond to a poem about something so easily relatable. I don’t have many (any?) volumes of poetry on my shelves… but I do now, and they’re all about one of my favorite everyday/ordinary things. Here’s one:
I Stop Writing the Poem
Tess Gallagher
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I’m still a woman.
I’ll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I’ll get back
to the poem. I’ll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there’s a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it’s done.
From “Washing Lines, A collection of poems” selected by Janie Hextall and Barbara McNaught
Beautiful. And now I want cherries.
What a perfect poem for June. I know, poets express such beauty in metaphors involving the everyday. I also love this about poetry.