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the problem with the fruit was the day that it fell from the tree.
not the distance it fell or how long it took the fruit to hit the ground.
for the family built the tree, branches flowing long and proud, reaching upward and onward in tracing majestic pathways across the sky.
the tree reasoned itself simplistic and easy to please--"stay on the tree and never let go.
we'll nurture and shelter you all of your spanned years.
without us you'll be forced to sustane yourself elsewhere and eventually will rot.
your fruit will grow dry and color will fade limply.
disease will work its way through and your beauty will be forever marred once you cast this leafy umbilical cord aside.
as long as with us you'll never fret the day when no one wants a taste or when your flavor would dim."
but fruit was not contented to be the forbidden contender in life's tricky game.
it knew, forewarned, that even a desired bite leaves fruit marred and somewhat lacking.
experience, inately taught that to rot was inevitable even if to the tree stayed latched.
so chose instead to venture out, not waste them years before eventual decline
and in boldness chose to grow a tree of her own.
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Posted by kmalbro on 2008-01-07 14:00:31 | Rating: | Views: 70
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Wow!! Loved this poem. At some point in time we all have to break free from our family tree and find our own way in life ... grow our own tree ... and step into our own. If we don't our spirits are stifled. Your poem "to be that" is also amazing. In today's world we have lost the meaning of what love is ... but you have captured love's essence in your poem. Keep writing your words have touched my heart and soul. Peace
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2008-01-08 00:18:18
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The seed, the root, the tree, the fruit.
The life cycle.
Beautiful prose, comes from your beautiful mind.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-01-08 15:28:31
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