An apple is not a story
yet its ripeness somehow balances
tipping juicily with time
forbidden to be consumed in one sitting
line by line
nibbled crisp tart words
bring saliva to my curiosity
a vast unquenchable mystery
in pale delicate flesh
seeds buried for doubting tongues
will come to life for those
not afraid to see
an apple is more than a story
its promise prim
wrapped as ruse and guise
concealing secrets of the soil
waiting in the trees
beneath chlorophyll-laden leaves
rays of sun call forth
nectar-filled flowers
crowning crimson harbingers of joy
foreteller of truths
i step carefully over
the circle of wasps
murmuring in the grass
glutted with its tissue
drunkenly earth-bound
heedless of the roaring blade
© Geoffrey D Koury 2013
Geoffrey Koury is a public servant, spectacle and struggling poet.
Beautiful and very rich poem. Thank you.
i appreciate that very much – i have to give credit to the value of collaborating with others in terms of writing prompts and ‘what if’ scenarios