Object of Desire

This really tells a story Tina- I think you did it well-

;)Pia

Many thanks, Pia. Pleased you thought so;-)

Tina

I am curious. Have you been published ? You need to be :)

Hi there, Maggie;-) Many thanks for reading...and for your words, and isn't that what many of us dream of?;-)

Have a good week.

Tina

can't remember the last time i read such a beautiful opening Tina - wonderful poem...again. :-)

Again Tina, another poetic piece telling such a
sad story, as Pia said.

It really makes you wonder, how they survive. also
makes you realise how lucky we are.

Thankyou for such an amazing read.

Jenny.

Beautiful description and window on the saffron picker's world.

Hey - thanks for that, fb;-) Pleased you liked.

It certainly does, Jenny. I always used to grumble about the high price of Saffron...until I realised the price I was paying, was nothing like the price the crocus pickers have to pay.

Pleased you liked it, Jenny and many thanks for telling me.

Tina

msia girl...thanks for that;-) Tina

Stunning-like a sad but beautiful painting.Wonderfully moving read. Thank you Tina for opening our eyes.

As your eyes were opened, OTT, certainly so were mine, as I explained to Jenny.

Many thanks for reading, and for your kind words.

Tina

Really touching poem, Tina. Love this image: "rip out the heart of each tiny flower." The contrast between the action and the object works so well! Well done on the cherries ;-)

Magic xxx

Very moving and well crafted. If the rain don't come the flowers don't grow though, I suppose.

Thanks, Magic. Hope things are well with you. Pleased you liked this one;-)

Tina xxx

Thanks, so much, Florian;-) As far as rain, I guess there's rain and then there's rain. The Monsoon - the latter, I think. Moderation is the key, most definitely.

Pleased you enjoyed and I hope your week is going well.

Tina

new Silver-Spun-Sand
Hi! Tina,
Well deserved cherries!
And such a story told, true
and very sad. But so hard working.
To make any money isn't it.
Makes one feel so greatful.
Although yesterday we had to cross
at least a 10ft puddle, no way of a voiding
Umbrellas ripped inside out broken, jsut cross
the road in Brighton traffic lights, after stopping
for shops, and visit to our friend in wheelchair.
Think cold coming. And traffic whooshing! by sloshing
rain over us at a bus stop changing over buses.
all the best. Think saw two Magpipes or "J" outside here yesterday. But felt good at end.
julie xx

Hi there, Julie...pleased you enjoyed;-)

My word - you do seem to have had a lot of rain, in your neck of the woods. Hope you didn't get too wet;-)

Tina xx

I could get real crazy telling you how much I admire this poem but I won't. I absolutely love the graphic quality... the way you laid out the relationship between the amount of back-breaking work spent harvesting the spice and the net gain.

You did something here that some of the very best, world-class poets have failed miserably at: you made a political statement in the guise of a tender and touching poem and in so doing gave dignity to the plight of an anonymous humanity.

Many thanks, barry;-) More than encouraged by your thoughts on this, and I am pleased that it came across to you in the way it was intended. 'More than one way to skin a cat', as they say.

The contents of this poem had long been on my mind, and your words, more than rewarding.

Tina