Apple Paradise Lost ( song-poem )

The fate of our apples after a nuclear war.

Apple Paradise Lost (song-poem)

 

 

I dream of apples that are sweet and fair

that fall from limbs through the crisp Autumn air.

I see them dropping where the cool brooks play

where children pick ’em as they come my way.

 

Remembering times when I watched them grow,

I see their blossoms in the bright day’s glow.

I dream of apples where I languish here

as I fly over each charred hemisphere.

 

I long for apples with their bright red smile

who blush around me with their low-profile.

I know their sweetness is a joy gone by

since human folly made our fruit trees die.

 

From my space station, sobbing like the rain,

I wail for apples, as I cry in vain.

I long for apples that shall never grow

in lush green valleys where bright rivers flow.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Lol .. Your freaking funny ..ain`t ya? This poem, may be, coming from your childish heart indeed. Sometimes, yeah .. we all feel freaking childish cus, it`s a way to go into a world of happiness with which we all grown--up holding the finger of it .. Nice--poem. I`ll be reading your few more stuffs!

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Stephen! This poem has levels of meaning. As a clue: In the second verse I mentioned "charred hemispheres" but I also meant the human brain's two hemisphere as well at the Earth's.

[lee von cleef]

sittin laid back resting my head on the branches cross, legs stretched out woven in their fingers, weighted heavy with falls green apples. Summer gone, Flannel, scotch plaid worn soft red for me, blue to match her eyes. Jets NASA bound, Pensacola,Carrier second hook,First to be,
Ann, her pockets full of green , cheeks full, apple dribble slow wiped away with the back of her hand.
Ann Dress starch,laid to rest,
Taken, by a swerving truck, cross-over, head on,photographic memory.
Someones father drunk.
Twin Engines roar, gear up cloud chaser indian summer, Tip to the Sandias and Manzanos. Fly .

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your innovative poetic review. I enjoyed your take on my poem's theme. May blue eyed Ann rest in peace along with all those green Autumn apples.

[lee von cleef]

Ya , Ann she would of been, in Space and back by now, a apple in my eye and a tear too.Thanks for your apples, they are bringing out dapples on my coat.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This poem is very symbolic of how we need to appreciate the little things in life for they bring the most joy, but we never realize it until they are gone. Nicely done.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your perceptive review! The apple is a great and ancient symbol for the things that matter most in life.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome. A very fitting symbol indeed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i long for what can never be...never grow...and it is so simple...just to love and be loved.....

but society has become an apple rotting...and we are stifling new ones that want to grow.

[Aethereal]

Wow! This review was a poem in itself. Thanks for your poetic review, jacob! You understand how I feel about things such as this. I used 0/1/0/1/0/1/0/1/0/1 ten syllable meter here where 1 = accent; 0 = non-accent. In song poems, it's sometimes better to vary the rhymed endings, or perhaps not rhyme at all, but a rhythm must be kept.

[Shirlena]

Shoot our air is messed up, the oceans are messed up...sometimes a friend and I will talk about when we were kids how you could buy cookies out of the store that had an almost, "made from scratch" taste and now nothing taste the same as a matter of fact a lot of it is downright nasty now. This poems reminiscent tone made me remember too which is usually a bittersweet moment but worth it. This was lovely...very lovely.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Shirlena! This song-poem seems to be triggering all kinds of strange recollections in readers. We never know what we miss ‘til its gone. “They paved paradise and built up a parking lot.” I remember those cookies.

[Shirlena]

LLOL paradise to parking lots...good analogy and your are welcomed.

[RONGORONGO::^/JEUSSEN/F..]

Oh, my apologies. I can very much relate to that too, being that my children and I were neglected and SEVERLY OPPRESSED by my EX husband, who turned out to be a bad man all along, and I too long to find my son's smile, but alas!- his spirit was crushed after having witnessed what his mom (me) went through.

[Aethereal]

I understand! Then you're connecting the abused fruit metaphor that I've used in my poem with the abuse of your ex towards you and your children. Children are precious little apples after all. It’s amazing what a poem may trigger in a reader’s mind. Take care!

[RONGORONGO::^/JEUSSEN/F..]

I guess right about years ago Johnny Appleseed would've been a better companion. (Those who wish for growth, plant it.)
Even a flower dies when it does not receive warmth, sunlight, water, love, care. But not to fret- regeneration starts where neglect failed.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Elayne! This poem wasn't written my usual style since I meant it to be a song. Johnny Appleseed was a credit to humanity. May our fruit trees never die out from abuse.