The Fruits Of Life

The Fruits Of Life

A Poem by The Lark

 

Dig too deep and you may find

Little matter neath the rind

But for ashes, coloured rust,

A stony core now ground to dust.

 

So ponder this, how can it be,

When taken from the highest tree,

A plant bestowed with laborious care

Should have such tainted fruit to bear?

 

The stricken thing, considered plain,

Is undeserving of its name,

Now disregarded, left in haste,

‘fore naïve lips should chance a taste.

 

Looks are law, so seems with fruit,

Unsightly held in disrepute,

A shame, the substance thought so grave,

In truth was nectar gods would crave.

© 2010 The Lark


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the third stanza struck me as my favorite part.

you construct your writing so well, it is very impressive.
thank you for sharing it.

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The Lark
The Lark

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