Stolen Fruit

Just a poem, don't read too far into it.

I saw a  fruit in a farmer's tree, sweet and ripe,
perfect for me.

I reached and plucked it from a fragile stem
I tasted its pulp, so sweet.

But the fruit wasn't mine, it didn't belong to me
So I took it back to the farmer's tree.

And I lay the fruit upon the ground, on a patch of grass,
the softest I found.

But the fruit had rolled to a nearby brook and washed the scar 

from the bite that I took.

That precious bite is still in me, part of my soul, forever,
part of my being. 

I hope the farmer will someday see that this fruit was meant for him
and not for me.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Deceivingly simple, I might add . . . there's an entire underworld of meaning here. I'm reeling with the flow of ideas this forbidden fruit could possibly represent . . . selfishly stealing someone's innocence . . . conducting a cerebral fantasy world around someone we can never be with . . . the list goes on. I especially like the symbol of "the scar" as well as the "lingering memory of a precious bite" . . . oh, haven't we all been there!?!?!

[James]

Yes, I think everyone's been there at least once. I'm glad you found this so meaningful and relevant.

thank you.

[Norman 223]

There are some very clever metaphors here that shows the value of conscience. I now feel guilty about the figs that I picked from a tree whilst walking in France many years ago. *smile*.
On a serious note, though,this was a charming unpretentios little poem in which the wholecwas greater than the sum of its parts.

[James]

Thank you so much, Norman. I'm glad you found it so meaningful, and I;'m sure the farmer won't miss a few figs.

[...]

I love the living water aspect...I love every direction this one can go and how well you paved its road for us to travel :) Deeply wonderful writing, sir!

[James]

I'm so glad you liked this. Thank you very much.

[Jade]

a very awesome well written write. I enjoyed your words in this

[James]

Thanks again.

[Weeping willow]

Such a beautiful write,gave me a smile. Love it;-}

[James]

I'm glad it did. Thank you.

[Papaya]

I love how this can be interpreted. Super poem. Great story.

[James]

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we take what isn't ours...we live with that.
and often a scar is left that reminds us "we wish we didn't"---

i really like your point expressed in such a good story...you always absorb your reader within your work.

j.

[James]

Thank you, Jacob, for your wonderful compliment.

[Jacob Clifford]

Just a poem, you say? This strikes me as much more than a simple poem. Your words are elegantly crafted, and the themes present are very relevant and profound to a certain extent.

[James]

I'm glad you found it meaningful. Thank you.