Tomatoes (Poem by J. Sullivan with Tomato Photos)

Tomatoes (Poem by J. Sullivan with Tomato Photos)

Tomatoes poem by J. Sullivan


I waited so long for love
and suddenly, here it is
standing in the garden, hands full
of heirlooms hot from the sun.

Soon we’ll make a supper of them.
Salted slabs between slices of bread.
Your beard silvers. My hips ripen.
The mail piles up.

Phone calls go unanswered. Forgive us.
Our mouths are full of tomatoes.
We are so busy
being small and hungry and alive.

by J. Sullivan















I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.


  1. John+gregory 2 years ago
  2. Kristie 2 years ago

    So busy . . . Being small, hungry and alive ❤️❤️

  3. Susan Krevitt 2 years ago

    The scent of Basil
    And those Red and Yellow Globes
    Of essential delight….


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