In spite of
the spreading cape
of inevitability,
this apple tree
does not see
and does not know
its fruits are about to fall.
Golden apples – taught
by the tendrils of its branches;
the bearers of generations
of apple seeds – kissed
by the blessed rains of life
on which it feeds, until
that singular
moment in time,
when the first apple falls
to the arms of the earth
that spawned it.
And so it will search
for rich soil to give birth
to another apple tree;
its roots bedded deep
in history.
Nathan Bednarek 2007.
Comments
Beeme | January 28, 2010 - 18:13
I really enjoyed, Nathan. Again, you described something that happens everyday in such a beautiful way which makes it sound almost new, if that makes any sense ;-)
Well done.
Beeme xox
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2010 - 19:48
As Beeme says, Nathan, you have encapsulated one tiny, ordinary moment and made it special.
Again, you have worked so hard and again, it shows.
Love 'the spreading cape of inevitability'.
Inspired;-)
Tina xox
Nathan Bednarek | January 28, 2010 - 22:54
Thank you Beeme, I always wait to see your comment pop up, because they're always so encouraging for me. ;-D
Again, thank you xox
Nathan Bednarek | January 28, 2010 - 22:56
If it weren't for your help, Tina, I don't think I'd have an idea of what to do with this one, but thanks to your suggestions I caught a wave of inspiration, which allowed me to get down to work.
Again, thank you for all the help and your lovely comment xox
MistakenMagic | January 29, 2010 - 17:35
'tendrils of its branches' - brilliant image! Another wonderful revision, Nathan ;) I truly admire your dedication to your poetry!
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | January 29, 2010 - 19:47
Cheers! 'tendrils' was actually suggested by Tina, so I owe that one to her ;-)
I'm glad you like this one.
Nathan xox
Nolan | March 28, 2010 - 18:41
When the forbidden fruit, of the tree in the middle of Eden were plucked, how many apples were left?
Nathan Bednarek | March 29, 2010 - 17:17
...none? ;-)
Nolan | March 29, 2010 - 21:12
Correct &&