6/29/13
Everyone has now had a chance to contribute their line with the exception of one poet who may have dropped out though I am still waiting, and hoping, he will contribute.
Here is the poem as it now stands:
An apple is not a story.
Its ripeness holds the weight,
tipping juicy balances with time,
forbidden to be consumed in one sitting,
tasting line by line
nibbling, crisp tart words, to salivate
and satisfy her curiosity, vast and unquenchable.
Mystery rests in this pale delicate flesh
An apple is more than a story.
A primly wrapped promise, a ruse. A guise.
concealing secrets of the soil that sustains it
and seeds buried for doubting tongues
Coming to life for those
not afraid of seeing
Glutted with the ripe flesh,
wasps murmur in the grass.
Earth-bound with drunkenness,
heedless of the roaring blade.
waiting in the trees for its resurrection
as chlorophyll-laden leaves transform rays of sun
into nectar-filled flowers that will become
crimson harbinger of joy, foreteller of truths
She steps carefully over
the circle of bodies that surround her
This is, at least, how I charted it via copy and paste. I say that because there were some formatting issues along the way due to different platforms (smartphone, PC and webmail), so I am awaiting final word from everyone to make sure their line is arranged as intended. After confirmation, we will continue to the editing stage.
Impressed by the way this project came together — your contributors came up with some very juicy images!
Wow, thanks for sharing this, Susan! Love the idea of letting each poet revise on their own afterward. Skimming through the revisions is fascinating. (I’d love to do this with SIB, too!)