Poem -

Apple and the tree

Love, you are a tree and I am an apple that
Becomes ripe from your strength next to the stream.

I think I am a whole world until I see I'm

Without you. I'm fallen from you and lie stilled.

The high grass hides you from my every view

So I'm lost from you and forgotten from where

I came, sheathed by the earth, rain soaked

And burying into the dirt.Ā 

Ā 

I'm even without time without you. For death

Fears not what it has never and only known.

All things are only apart from me the way

You are only apart from me. I see the cloud.

It goes over pushed fast by the air. I stare up

To see an undulate sun. The very breezeĀ 

Ā rings in my ear.

Remember I'm an apple beside you. Hanging low

Now next to the stream there is a new season,

New fruit.Ā 

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

So sweet!

Thank you for sharing...

Best wishes and blessings...

sparrowsong

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Marion

A deeply soulful write Rory and I love the words, the thoughts layed out on a page. Fab write x

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Shirley Harrison

Adam and Eve this reminds me of, great imagery and great emotion. Nice one Mr Rory. Loved your ending as it leaves the reader wanting to hear more. 🌹

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Being Me

Love. An apple. A tree. You have melded this all together so well. It really works x

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The fish of the sea

This poem has good merit Rory. The muse is clear and so is the message. An interesting poem of love as a conceptual theme. Gonna take a closer look at your work soon~

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Neville

Sounds like some kind of fruity abstract acceptance speech to meĀ 

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