Apple

red

it holds a soft spot
on one side.

I wonder if
that is when

it slipped from
someone's hand,

or fell from its tree.
imperfect, it is,

yet, still so sweet.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Injuries or afflictions, no matter how obtained, do not need to define us.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Geezer

4 months 1 week ago

After living...

for more than seventy-five years, I am not surprised to find that often times, there is a certain sweetness to some of those with life's biggest scars and carry sweet spots with a certain grace to them. Truer words were never spoken. ~ Geez.