Memories
Past, present and future
What I taste
Tastes like home
What I yield
Is from what I’ve sown
All before me
Leads me forward
To my destiny
Waiting for me
Dversepoets.com Tuesday prompt. Poetics in season. Write a poem about a fruit that evokes a memory, or write about an emotion or abstract concept, or step out of the bowl and create a fruit of your own.
I slept on it, and this is what I have. I will get to your poems soon. I’m behind again.
mehflowers 
It’s beautiful Mary.
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What a lovely response to Mish’s challenge …..
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Concise and meaningful and how true that we reap what we sow…..”What I yield
Is from what I’ve sown”
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“what I yield is from what I’ve sown” — all the more reason to be cautious with what we sow!
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Lovely, we are all our own gardeners.
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This is a deep though and so very true.
In Hinduism this is the essence, what we sow is what we reap and our every action (karma) paves the way for out future.
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Ingenious twist on the prompt, Mary 🥰
-David
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Sigh … so deeply touching, Mary! 💝💝
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