It’s September 1st, which means summer is officially winding down. As I look back on this season, the word bittersweet continues to come to mind. I’ve cried and grieved this summer, and it almost feels like a betrayal. Isn’t summer supposed to be happy? Sunshine only? But, the thing is: I’ve laughed, smiled, and grown, too.
And so, a poem.
Truth be told, I didn’t know where I was going with this one until I realized the way my daughter eats cucumbers is the way I need to deal with the events of the last couple of months. To accept the bitter. To embrace it and then leave it behind. To move forward only with what’s sweet. To taste and see goodness.
Summer Nostalgia is the last poem of mine in
and I’s Summer Produce Series. In July, both of us committed to sharing a poem-a-week using seasonal fruits or vegetables as prompts, and it’s been the most fun!To Claire: thank you for agreeing to do this series with me and for the lovely words you’ve shared—they’re always an inspiration!! I hope we can write more poetry together in the future.
To my subscribers: thank you for reading and for taking the time to leave feedback and encouragement on all of these poems. It’s meant the world to me. Also, a question: should I do another series? And if so, does anyone have any suggestions or ideas? Let me know in the comments!
Keep scrolling to read Summer Nostalgia and an announcement at the end of this post.
Summer Nostalgia My daughter bites into cucumbers rind and all, never bothering to ask me to peel it off. She chews, bit by bit, until the hard skin becomes too much for her baby teeth to gnaw and the bitter taste of dark green seeps onto her sensitive tongue. Then, there’s no more savoring, only spitting out. A sifting through of what’s unworthy of being kept, swallowed. I make note of how many times she does this— chew, taste, spit, swallow, repeat— until all that’s left is an empty plate. So, I take this summer of cucumbers, of bittersweetness, and do the same. - r.e.g.
Now, for an ANNOUNCEMENT:
Up until now, I haven’t opened this page up to paid subscriptions. I wasn’t really planning on doing it until I began considering a snail mail poetry club of sorts.
So, here is my proposition: when it comes to sharing my weekly poems, In Light of Eternity will remain open and free to all. However, there is now an option to become a paid subscriber.
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what an amazing writer you are! you should write a poetry book period
I love your poems, Rosa! They're like a breath of fresh air . . . or rather, given the nature of your Summer Produce series, like a sweet treat on a summer's afternoon--cool and refreshing.