Green Apple


Glancing out my widow
A green apple fell down
I didn’t think much of it
Now I wonder should I?
Did it fall for me to look
Did I look for it to fall
Uncertain as I am
I am convinced of this
The apple is no more
atop the tree
connection is severed
As for me and my past
Had I sunken my teeth
Through its ripened flesh
Perhaps then I would have been freed

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3 thoughts on “Green Apple

  1. Parmis,
    I like your green apple image. This is both a philosophical poem and a personal exploration.
    Alice

    PS I miss your cup of tea and book but enjoy your new look. 🙂

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