carrots

i’m watching

the lost shoppers

push their carts

through the

produce aisle

looking for something

they 

once upon a time

knew

was alive

 

when the

cold air

of

harvest time

crept up their sleeves

and the moist dirt

on the bottoms

of

their

shoes

 

reminded them

that they too

were once

alive

and maybe

i was too

Reviews

[Verser]

Oh, my. I think Frank has turned a corner. This is different, deeper, universal. Can I use this?

[Emily B]

it's this time of year that my feet start telling me it's time to shed the shoes and socks, and my fingers join in tinging that they want to dig in the dirt

[J]

normally i come to your page well prepared and determined to keep my stomach contents firmly in place, but also ready to let loose the sick side of my mind and laugh my a*s off at your wonderfully twisted thought processes. but here you flipped on me and smacked me with a reality that is impossible to deny. is it because the bs factor finally and irrevocably tilts out, leaving nothing really left to do but wait .......? but then, that's only m.y. twisted thought process.

[Penlady]

me too!
you were in the literary aisle....

[LamentedHaven]

This speaks to me in such a way - Once we were farmers and now we are grocery shoppers. I really liked this.

[Poetic Justice]

Observational writing at its best..you always give a poignant message in your work. this is so true..

[not here]

I like constructive feedback, only I don't have any to give, Frank.
I can only say I like this poem of yours. It's simplicity in delivery, and at the same time it's inherent 'weight'. I like the economy of language.
Thanks for sharing

[Leigh]

Great poetry

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Our point of view is influence by the view we see of the situation. A cleaver little write.

[Ed Hart]

yes, absolutely...the truth bleed out onto a page