It’s
apples and oranges, really
trying
to discern.
The
clues gleaned
from
the words that were said.
Or
maybe ‘it’s just an illusion,
like
a shadow in the night’.
One
that’s taken hold
and
lives under your skin.
It’s
castles made of sand
consumed
by the waves.
That
once again
become
part of the sea.
It’s
whispers in the silence
it’s
words made of dust.
One
simple gesture
wipes
them all away.
It’s
all about moments and savoring
the
taste that they leave upon your lips.
It’s
about living them, breathing them, giving them life
before
all of those little ones slip away.
To
nourish and feed
an
assuredly dying soul.
To
bring a broken spirit
back
to life.
To
throw caution to the wind
in
attempts to join the living.
For
the chance to shine
it
is worth the inevitable risk.
Maybe
in the end it was all for naught
the
risk, the dance, the leaping into the air.
Maybe
the landing on the earth will be too hard a fall
maybe
I’ll just plant an apple tree instead.
Profound, some great images here, and I really like the title.
ReplyDeletei think it's always worth the risk..love the part with the apple tree as well though, reminded me of martin luther who said that if he knew that tomorrow the world would be no more, he would plant an apple tree today...
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect ending. Planting the apple tree seems to have something of an enduring quality about it. I say plant the tree then dance beneath it. Life is a blend of risk and stability. BTW, related to your comment on my poem, I love the idea of a tree of life tattoo! But I guess not many of us going-on-70 people do the tattoo thing. They wrinkle. :0)
ReplyDeletePlanting an apple tree is always a good idea. Nice poem.
ReplyDeletePamela