Fruit Of The Flower Comments

And though my mother chants of God, And of the mystic river, I've seen a bit of checkered sod Set all her flesh aquiver. a very fine poem. tony

....A pool so calm you're sure it can/Have little depth to fear.........................Just beautiful (10)

Beautiful

Amazing poem.. So deep and well expressed

My mother's life is puritan. Nice poem! Sylva-Onyema Uba.

A wonderful poem about conservatism opposing self-expression and talent.

A very nice poem about how we are different to each other. Thanks for sharing.

i wasn't familiar with this poem and was glad to read it. interesting to think how traits, how talents are passed on. my older son, for example, has stand-out musical talent which doesn't show in either my wife nor me. it was apparent though in my mother. i also relate to a son musing on his gifts and interests in comparison to his parents. if he is like me, he has only or mostly seen their personas. how many of us know much of the shadows, the depths of our parents? and if we do know, is it because our parents shared them or because we learned of them from others? glen kappy

A marvelous flight of imagery with equally marvelous presentation. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.

A quiet man. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

wonderful poem about how we all have our different dreams to follow? and they should be nurtured and not put down.

Thanks for sharing..............

A realization that I am who I am, not what you desired me to be...writing poetry instead of pursing a trade was thought of as hedious. Countee reveals the disaproval and scorn of his parents for the choices he made. Delightful, rebellious and acceptance of his love for art and beauty.

This is such a wonderful poem on being able to be who you feel you truly are. It matters not where we come from. Every person has the right to live freely as they see fit whether it follows the dictates of mainstream society or not. This is a nice eye opening reminder write to be true to you! Always!

Parents only want us to follow in their shoes' footprints, not the naked ones. Loved this poem.

How I love this man's work........beautiful.. a friend of mine had the good fortune to be one of his pupils.......... .in some poetical 'hereafter', perhaps they've met once again..........................