"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, February 20, 2011

An Apple and An Orange sunday scribblings #255-food

An apple
fell from a limp branch
She bent to
pick it up
Juice ran over her plump lips
Reaching for heaven

An orange
shriveled on the tree
I tried to
rescue it
Holding it in my hand tight
it turned into dust
Posted by flaubert at 4:15 PM

10 comments:

  1. Old EggFebruary 20, 2011 at 5:45 PM

    What a contrast of sexuality and sadness in this poem that leaves you contemplating fecundity and death all in one. Spellbinding.

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  2. RJ ClarkenFebruary 20, 2011 at 8:37 PM

    What a study of contrasts. Pamela - you never cease to amaze me! What a brilliant, affecting poem!

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  3. AltonianFebruary 21, 2011 at 4:48 AM

    Two verses, two affecting extremes; what profound thoughts could you inspire if you wrote a novel? Excellent!

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  4. Dave KingFebruary 21, 2011 at 5:25 AM

    Could so easily have been me!

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  5. Jae RoseFebruary 21, 2011 at 8:58 AM

    Yes, just beautiful contrast..your lean and carefully chosen words made it even more impactful..Jae

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  6. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    Aren't they synonymous, oldegg?

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  7. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:39 PM

    Thanks my friend, RJ.
    This form is shadorma.

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  8. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    If I did, Altonian. A very big IF.

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  9. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    I think so, Dave:)

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  10. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:41 PM

    Thanks for that, jae:)

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