FIG
You gave me
the sun
From under
your skin,
You gave me
your light
Trapped in
a thousand tiny seeds.
--Florentina
Tunduc, Student, Bellevue College
My name
is Florentina. Many years ago, I wrote some poetry when I was about 12-13 years
old. The poem was in Romanian, and it was about my little dog named Maxi and my
cat Mimi. I grew up in a family where animals were always welcomed. My
parents taught me to love nature, and especially animals.
Now, living in
the USA with my husband, after many years finally I have a son, three cats and
a fig tree. When the assignment for my English 101 course was about poetry… Gosh,
I said, I won’t be able to write a single line that even makes a little sense.
Days went by
and the due date approached. Suddenly, I had a flash about the joy and
happiness I felt on the day I ate my first fig fruit from my own tree. Even now
I feel those little tiny seeds bursting in my mouth, that silky soft feeling of
the inside of the fruit, its skin like velvet, soft, yet the same time protecting
the richness of fruit inside. My mind clicked to the muse of that day, and my
heart participated by giving me the excitement of such simple and pure joy.
Then I wrote my second poem of my life, but this time in English. Thanks to my
fig tree for saving my assignment and bringing joy to others reading my little poem.
1 comment:
What a lovely poem. Thank you, Martha, for sharing it.
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