Sunday, December 02, 2018


“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
― Sylvia Plath

Photo by Carl Attard from Pexels


at your altar
i wipe the ashes
off the persimmons
that i bought
early last week.
they are still red.

today i take down
the persimmons
gently wash them
(as you would)
cut and eat them.
they are still sweet.


Ellie Goulding - How Long Will I Love You

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018

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Blogger brudberg said...

This is a wonderful sense of sadness and loss in this... from that first line to the last I sense that pain of living on.

03 December, 2018 01:02  
Blogger Vicki Rogers said...

A lovely poignant poem.

03 December, 2018 01:34  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

There is such sorrow here...a longing and loss.

03 December, 2018 01:44  
Blogger  said...

I like this so much. I recently discovered the deliciousness of persimmons, and I have always known the deliciousness of meeting in another life. :)

03 December, 2018 02:19  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

This poem is as sweet as the persimmon, Lee San. So poignant, your thinking of and talking to the beloved, as you prepare the fruit.

03 December, 2018 02:31  
Blogger WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

Greetings from the UK. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.

03 December, 2018 06:06  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautiful! Wonderful use of restraint; rich in the unsaid.

03 December, 2018 06:28  
Blogger Mary said...

Ah, this seems a very nostalgic write! I can't remember ever having persimmons.

03 December, 2018 08:57  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

A beautiful fragrance of fond memory here....

03 December, 2018 13:43  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


yes, that pain of living on. it was very painful at first, but time will heal.


Thank you!


ah, sorrow. it was something that happened some time back.

03 December, 2018 17:01  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Hi, thank you for the visit.
persimmons are certainly delicious, they have a unique sweetness of its own.
that quote by Plath is awesome, makes one wonder about, … immortality? :)


thank you for the kind words. i think you know, that i was talking to her as i prepared the fruits. :)


thank you for the visit! :)

03 December, 2018 20:10  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


rich in the unsaid.” : i liked it! :)


i think persimmons are quite popular with us Chinese. They can be eaten raw or dried and used in desserts. :)


‘fond memory’ it is! :)

03 December, 2018 20:30  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Ohh this is beautiful!💞 I love the subtle hint of wistfulness in your words and how you associate memory with persimmons.😊

03 December, 2018 22:23  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Sanaa! :)

03 December, 2018 22:56  
Blogger gillena cox said...

The longing for that meeting in the other life sweetened by the eating of the fruit is deeply romantic and hopeful. Luv this Cheong Lee san. Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday


04 December, 2018 04:18  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Gillena! :)

04 December, 2018 22:25  

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