What did we give up?

What did we give up?

A Poem by Onatah
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Do you ever wonder?

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Did those branches in the days of Adam have thorns? From what would they need protection? And did those branches reach down gracefully in the sight of Adam to deliver it's sweetest fruit to that perfect Image of God? Did he, Adam, a prince given everything, who named the creatures of the earth, ever envy the single fruit denied to him?

With what amount of grace did the serpent roam before it was cursed to crawl on it's belly? How kind was the lion before he became proud and ate his brother en?

Is there anything left of that place? Are there still fruits that resemble those from The Garden? What colors did He take away from the land?

© 2011 Onatah


Author's Note

Onatah
Do you ever cry over such wonders as I do?

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Personally, I believe that the story of Adam and Eve is intended to be symbolic in nature as well as the serpent... But I enjoyed this very much and it certainly arouses mystery and curiosity...

You force the reader to think both critically and creatively... A sure sign of excellent art. Wonderful flow, too.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Personally, I believe that the story of Adam and Eve is intended to be symbolic in nature as well as the serpent... But I enjoyed this very much and it certainly arouses mystery and curiosity...

You force the reader to think both critically and creatively... A sure sign of excellent art. Wonderful flow, too.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is very good =] well done =D

Posted 14 Years Ago


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This was interesting !! Nice read and I'm glad you sent it over !! I do wonder about stuff like this.. not exactly the same things though but yeah somewhere on the same lines of wonder and mysteries of this world

Posted 14 Years Ago


Yeah, this is good. I thought it was heading toward something about Eve, but like the twist at the end. It's almost like saying - he ate the fruit, he suffered the consequences, but the color he he took along upon his exile were well-worth it. And, you'd be right. Further, it is the poet's job to ask the off-beat questions. This poem is good form good flow, good message. Couldn't be better.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The mystery of Adam leave me with many questions. The poem was very good. You brought to the reader many logical questions. Last lines was excellent. What colors did He take away from the land?
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Posted 14 Years Ago


This is quite the intersting read here. I enjoyed this write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


interesting way to present such questions in such a unique style, these things we all rack our brains about can only be answered in our own minds, our own opinions and beleifs. This poem almost seems tragic in a soft way; almost as a slight undertone. It is a depressing to think their are no more such wonders left in the world; that our lives our now mediocre but life in itself is a wonder, a mystery.

Posted 14 Years Ago


There are so many questions and perhaps the answers are built upon faith. This was very well written and truly an amazing write. Questions to ponder upon.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great poem! I love it! Great job! =)
I like that it's kind of a tiny little story than a poem!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Hi Gabriel, so many things to ponder here; I like the questions you ask. Like, no kidding, what is up with that? I interpret the whole story like a metaphor as man loves excusses for circumstances. Know anybody who wants to buy a bridge?
(smiles) Kudo's to heido's beautiful take on the circumstances.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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