Monday, July 12, 2010

Wolf-peaches love




At a tender age I used to believe that
Love was like wolf-peaches...
Luscious
Poisonous in a palatable package
Bright, shiny and very suspicious
Planted as a curiosity but not to be eaten
Just a bite was enough to kill an innocent heart

As I was maturing I started to muse about
Love ups and downs,
The superstitions and protective beliefs
All just fences of skeptical hearts

Now, I have come to learn, that
time and experiences usually turn evil into blessings,
wolf-peaches into tomatoes,
suspicious into believers
fears into freedom

Last but not least
I have accepted, digested and assimilated
That no matter what…
I’m in love with you!


Pssst… It’s never too late! That is what you used to say.

Am I late? If I am not, then you know where to find me… I will be waiting on the last Wednesday of August between 11am and 1pm.



He looks at the postcard, up and down, back and forth, searching for any hidden clues that can answer the questions bothering him from the minute he read the card that the postman delivered to him just a few minutes before…

Why did she send him a tomato postcard with such bizarre proclamation of love?

Maurice can hardly control his astonishment and the rush of anger overwhelming him. He knows very well she likes to play games with him, keeping him guessing of what could happen next.
Paula hates routine and is madly in love with change. She is a free spirit and traveler searching for answers, while enjoying every inch of life. Maurice fell in love with all that and much more; she was the perfect gasp of fresh air in his perfect-controlled life.

Like a tornado without previous notice she entered into his life, twisting all around and then vanishes leaving a mess behind. Without warning of any type she just packed and left. All she said before leaving was: “It was fun while it lasted, I have to go, commitment scares me…”

Who the heck does she think she is! Does she assume he is so desperately in love with her, to leave everything behind and go on an unplanned trip to Valencia – Spain! How is he supposed to find her in a place flooded with thousands of people throwing tomatoes to each other like bonkers?
Life isn’t so simple, things have to be planed! Spontaneity isn’t his thing… but then he finally understands… that is why Paula left him, everything in his life was predictable and organized. This was her final test; this was his very last chance. Maurice began to laugh as he had never done it before, with freedom and release.


This post is a submission to Magpie Tales #22, writing on a theme of the above photo.


© 2010 Gabriela Abalo

24 comments:

Kass said...

Wonderful Magpie. Wildly creative.

Tag said...

Gabi, this is so well done. Thank you.

Helen said...

Well! Now that should teach Maurice to be a little more spontaneous!

Nice writing!

standing on my head said...

did you know that tomatoes are also known as death apples?
this is marvelously written.

Stafford Ray said...

What a test! 'The superstitions and protective beliefs All just fences of skeptical hearts' Oh yes! Then he was really there, ready to turn 'evil into blessings'. The superstitions and protective beliefs
All just fences of skeptical hearts1 Wonderful.

Brian Miller said...

wonderful writer...there is something to be said of spontanaetity in love....

soundoffreedom said...

enjoyable read, nice writing!

Paul C said...

Interesting dynamics portrayed in the relationship, the dreams and hopes.

Carrie Burtt said...

Such a powerful message here. I truly love this piece!!! Awesome writing!
:-)

RA said...

A marvelous read! Witty and warm. :)

signed...bkm said...

Great story... and yes he was the one that was truly free here...love the twist...bkm

Kay said...

all about realeasing inhibitions and stepping outside comfortable boundaries...

well depicted here, I wonder??

Is it enough to sustain? Will he meet her in that place and run of happily ever after, both uncomfortable and out of their "place"??

Her giving away her freedoms, him giving away his security?

Oh, skepticism comes with life. It's the realities, that do that.

Nice write.

Lisa said...

alas, I think most of us would like to say we are like Paula, but in reality we are more like Maurice...responsibility and committment are work and take some planning. But somewhere in the middle, happiness can exist.

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent. I love this tale -

kathew said...

I love this-spontanaetity is a trait not found in everyone-but I love it! Great poem and story.

Caty said...

I fell in love with the poem...but then you added a great story too! Great magpie!

Karen S said...

I love your poem and story.

Lyn said...

How lucky he is to have such as she prod him on..a second chance awaiting..

Jingle said...

what shining post,
you doubled the fun by combining poetry and short stories.
Cheers!

ninotaziz said...

Truly loved the poem and story in engaging prose.

Thank you Gabi!

tony said...

Sometimes, Life& Love are a big & messy Tomatoe Salad! Pass The Ketchup.......

Becky said...

I love it! A great post.Im a new follower to your blog I cant wait to return, you have such a very interesting one.Thanks for sharing!~~Becky

Leeuna said...

Fantastic writing. Sometimes we need to dodge a few tomatoes before we can realize that we've become too predictable.

faery of the wilds said...

Freedom is precious and the unpredictability... Oh I just loved this one...