Sun Kissed Days
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I Eat Seeds
"Who eats seeds", he asks.
"Birds?", he questions.
As I hold the bag,
his eyes watching me.
I want to say that maybe I was a bird
in another life,
and that is why I love the sky and ocean.
because if I was a bird ,
I could fly over rooftops,
resting on windowsills while
watching the world go by,
nature's reality television.
" I eat seeds", I answer.
I hold the sunflower seed bag proudly,
still smiling .
I drift away,
I was eight,
holding mom's hand
in a noisy street in Tel-Aviv.
At a shop full of barrels,
filled with seeds and nuts, dried fruit.
The smells of pistachio and almond
Armed with the bag of delights,
we would head on home.
I would soak in the conversations,
on books, politics, and life's wisdom.
As I listened to dad and friends,
I would taste the seeds,
I would taste life.
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i love the way you tell stories with your poetry, and i really like this one :)ReplyDelete
ah this is lovely...i ate nearly a bag of sunflower seeds on my drive home sunday...i love seeds...and have always dreamed of flying like a bird...go figure...smiles. lovely story telling too.ReplyDelete
"I would taste life." Love that line, and I could picture everything as I read :)ReplyDelete
Funny how our cherished childhood memories comes back when we eat "seeds" ~ReplyDelete
I would taste the seeds,
I would taste life.
wonderful, just wonderful.ReplyDelete
ahhh - seems you still can fly...this was such an enjoyable read...you should see me smile...ReplyDelete
Seeds are for the birds, so spread those wings and fly high. "I would taste life" as said, wonderful line.ReplyDelete
Such a gorgeous write and such a lovely memory!ReplyDelete
A lovely write...I'd want to be a bird in my next life...ReplyDelete
I eat seeds too. Sunflower seeds are yummy. As MamaZen said, this is a wonderful memory. Pistachios are nuts, not seeds, but they are the best thing on earth. :-)ReplyDelete
Excellent--you really put the reader there from the first line. Great writing, from the simple declarative phrases to the deeper metaphor, all in tune. Enjoyed it much.ReplyDelete
What a way to tell us your history about your parents. IThe seed metaphor is powerful Ayala.ReplyDelete
Who else could write such an affecting poem built around eating seeds? You put me right there.ReplyDelete
Thank you so very much for this wonderful ray of sunshine! Seems many folks this evening (myself included) are rolling a little slower, pointing more to the sad and wistful. This was a fantastic adventure for me, and I was at the market with you. Like you, I was absolutely addicted to listening to my Dad's conversations with his friends and business partners about the state of the world, and tonight, you've brought me back to that happiness. Thank you, again! Made my day! :)ReplyDelete
I eat seeds also...I use to dream of flying all the time...not lately though... Humm? Smiles!ReplyDelete
The imagery in this works so well...I something in common with the speaker, when I was a kid, I used to imagine that I was a bird all the time.ReplyDelete
I like how you transitioned from talking to your son (I'm guessing?) to remembering when you were a child. Beautiful poem. :-)ReplyDelete
Filled with all the senses! I love how you tell such a wonderful story with your poem.ReplyDelete
you are a gifted story teller Ayala :)ReplyDelete
Along with Brian, Louise and others, it seems I too am part of this flock of bird lovers and wishers of flight while this beautiful poem of yours capturesReplyDelete
those thoughts and desires in your own life. Just lovely.
I eat seeds too. I love your seed memories and can picture that market. Did you grow up in Israel?ReplyDelete
It is wonderful, the things that can draw us back across the years...a lovely story, and a fine memory of family.ReplyDelete
Very nice poem, AyalaReplyDelete
A lovely, gentle poem, Ayala. Much enjoyed!ReplyDelete
Aww... how lovely! The innocence packed in this is just adorable! Oh, and birds.. I keep praying that in my next life, I am one with flight.. Yes, I pray hard...ReplyDelete
A sweet li'l poem this is!!
Beautiful write, I could see it and taste it.ReplyDelete
Nice anedote that glides into deeper aspectsReplyDelete
I love sunflower seeds. This poemmakes me want to go out and buy a bag. Nice one.ReplyDelete
Love this with two slices of life rolled into a memory within your narration!ReplyDelete
This pleased me on every level. You beautifully conveyed the precious current connections and the bliss in reverie. And the seeds and nuts... I'm the ultimate fan. Perhaps we each was a bird in another time, another place. ;-)ReplyDelete
I love how the last line pulls everything together.ReplyDelete
Pistachios do have an intoxicating scent, don't they? I love the mixture of exotic and everyday in this one, Ayala.ReplyDelete
I feel like you allowed me in to your life for a moment. You create a sense of place and treat my senses to all sorts of experiences. Really enjoyed this, Ayala.ReplyDelete
I really like the way you play with the idea of the seed, as a snack, as a meal for a bird, as - in your last line - the forebear of all life.ReplyDelete
I also like the way your poem links the three generations of your family. Lovely.
Very good - strong ending.ReplyDelete
I would too, I would too... let me! Great piece ayalaReplyDelete