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Janice Ewing:
Pumpkins, a Poemcopyright 2010
PUMPKINS
What makes pumpkins so pleasing?
Is it the swell of orange
Surrounding soft flesh, pungent seeds
Is it the refusal to stand
In measured rows
Like cans of soup
But instead to lean into one another
Ripening together
Until one is chosen
Found to be perfect
In its imperfection?
Biographical Note: Janice Ewing grew up in the Bronx but has lived her adult life in Philadelphia and its suburbs. She is a writer and adjunct professor. Her earliest memories include weekday afternoon trips to the library and Sunday mornings with the NY Times spread all over the living room. She enjoys reading and writing poetry as ways of understanding the world. She has a husband and two adult daughters, all of whom love to read. See the Author Index for Poetry to read more of Janice's work.
What makes pumpkins so pleasing?
Is it the swell of orange
Surrounding soft flesh, pungent seeds
Is it the refusal to stand
In measured rows
Like cans of soup
But instead to lean into one another
Ripening together
Until one is chosen
Found to be perfect
In its imperfection?
Biographical Note: Janice Ewing grew up in the Bronx but has lived her adult life in Philadelphia and its suburbs. She is a writer and adjunct professor. Her earliest memories include weekday afternoon trips to the library and Sunday mornings with the NY Times spread all over the living room. She enjoys reading and writing poetry as ways of understanding the world. She has a husband and two adult daughters, all of whom love to read. See the Author Index for Poetry to read more of Janice's work.
