"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


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

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

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

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

  5. Thanks my friend, RJ.
    This form is shadorma.

  6. If I did, Altonian. A very big IF.