Development

sorenbarrett

Infant tantrum all emotion, little insight does it possess
Pain's response vented in tears no control, patience even less
Young fruit is green, holds hard to the tree, sucking from mother's blood
As it grows it's ripeness shows, juicier than the bud

Soon it loosens matures and is no longer bitter to the taste
From the bough picked this fruit can not be replaced

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    good write my friend, much enjoyed

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Norman for the read and kind words of comment they are most appreciated

    • Priya Tomar

      The poem describes different stages of life .
      Brilliant write .

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Priya for the read and comment it is deeply valued

      • David Wakeling

        Here we have the stages of a person from infant to maturity. Starting with lack of control and reaching full control.I find the poem enlightening.Excellent

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you David for your review and understanding comment it is most appreciated

        • Friendship

          Nicely written, from growth, maturity, and the emotional journey from infancy to adulthood.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much my friend for the review and comment it is again appreciated

            • Friendship

              You're very welcome, my friend.

            • arqios

              Excellent metaphoric. Loving the images and movement of maturation🙏🏻🕊️

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much Cryptic Your remarks are always most valued and appreciated

              • Thomas W Case

                There’s a raw, almost biological honesty in this—growth laid out like weather turning from storm into fruit.
                And underneath it all, a quiet sense of irreversibility, like nothing ripens without being changed forever.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks so much my friend for your read and most insightful comment it is again deeply appreciated

                • Lorenz

                  Adults have so many emotions and so little judgment .Could we say they've remained in the stage of childhood ?

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Some have remained others regressed. Thanks for the read my friend and the comment

                  • orchidee

                    Good write SB. KP was looking grumpy, so I gave her some literal sour grapes! lol.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks Orchi for the read and comment. You know those are used to make wine could she be a bit tipsy?

                      • orchidee

                        Yes lol. She says 'Moresh grapesh pleash'. lol.

                      • Paul Bell

                        Having conquered many a tree in my youth, and been punished by the tree for missing a branch in climbing, I feel you have to congratulate the tree for the indignity it must have felt, but also the little victories it won bringing up the youth of the day sending them into adulthood.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks Paul for the review and comment. Yes I have climbed many a tree in my day as well and injured them driving nails for tree houses

                        • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

                          An awesome poem on motherhood and children which can be trying indeed. Kudos for the fab muse!
                          Plz also read and comment my newest poem too

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you so much for the read and kind review it is most appreciated

                          • Kevin Hulme

                            Fine use of the Metaphor here. Good One.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thank you so much Kevin for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

                            • Tristan Robert Lange

                              Love this, Soren. What struck me most was the image of the fruit loosening from the bough once it matures. That quiet transition carries so much meaning…growth, independence, inevitability, even mortality. And the final reminder that it cannot be replaced gives the poem real emotional depth. Wonderfully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thanks so much Tristan your words mean a lot to me and are deeply appreciated my friend

                              • Goldfinch60

                                But that picked fruit will return soren and all will grow again.

                                Andy

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thank you Andy if the seeds are planted it will

                                • 2781

                                  It's difficult to find fruit ripened on the tree, these days.

                                  • sorenbarrett

                                    Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated yes it is true where even human fruit left on the tree well past ripening time does not ripen

                                  • Joseph M Marion

                                    I love the way you manipulate words very beautifully written

                                    • sorenbarrett

                                      You are most kind thank you so much for the read and comment

                                    • Samprikta Paul

                                      I was literally imagining a ripe mango, reading this. Well done friend!

                                      • sorenbarrett

                                        Thank you so much Samprikta for your review and comment. A mango would serve well indeed.



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