THE APPLE

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    THE APPLE
    Among the others , it lay perfect,
    Beautiful, gold unbruised and round
    While others rotted, uneaten, on the ground.
    In childish anticipation, I eyed it--Contemplated its juiciness, sweetness and goodness
    Could almost taste and feel the cool crunchiness of this find.
    And, reaching for it, picked it up, but
    To my horror, it withered in my hand--The beautiful exterior belying its insides
    As bees came bustling angrily, having eaten their fill,
    And nothing is left of this lovely shell...
    Worthless after all.

    Truth, honesty, inside a nearly perfect head,
    That was my perception of me.
    It was my biggest virtue, Honesty
    I was untouched by the sins of the world
    That would steal my soul.
    Above the failings of mortals.
    yet upon examination, I find
    The skull, a vacant shell, and
    Only buzzing nonsense inside.
    In my deluded quest for Truth, I finally see
    I was only fooling me.
    Dishonest, after all. 1992

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    kdarcy commented on THE APPLE

    10-25-2009

    Yes, this could be two pieces easily. A good read, I enjoyed it. You're fine, it is good that you doubt ... for that is how you grow.
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    Lolee commented on THE APPLE

    09-16-2009

    The bible says "There is none good but God." We can try though. We can try to be good. And we should find out what the Bible's interpretation of good is, it's very interesting. I liked your poem very much.
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    beth commented on THE APPLE

    07-28-2009

    Dear Copergirl, This is a very powerful and well written poem! This world would certainly be a better place if each person would seek to improve themselves, instead of looking fot the flaws in others. Being truthful with your own self is the first step towards that ,as your poem illustrates. And, people are never quite as they appear.
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    copergirl

    07/29/2009

    Thank you Beth for your kind words. And thanks for understanding the message it was meant to portray--the dichotomy of the aple and the person. I am off to read your works now! Marlene aka coergirl

    wheelsal commented on THE APPLE

    06-28-2009

    Another interesting read. This is great. If you don't mind one comment, I see this as two poems. The first seemed ended at worthless after all. It didn't need the why. My humble opinion but I only comment on something I think is worth it.
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    copergirl

    06/30/2009

    Thanks for your input--and I can see why you perceived the poem as possibly two. I am reading your work at the moment.

    Hathor4Wine commented on THE APPLE

    01-14-2009

    this poem is certainly not fruitless...I enjoyed this...thanks...
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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