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Caitlin Oct 4
My desire was forbidden
The fruit on the tree
I was told that the fruit on that tree was too good to be eaten by someone like me
I reached up anyway and picked the forbidden fruit from that tree
I unapologetically bit into it to find out that it was so ******* sweet that I dropped to my knees and let the sensations to follow take over me
As its sweetness had casted a spell on my body people told me of its sin
I could never understand why what was so sweet to me could be considered bitter and rotten by those who claimed they only want what is best for me
Perhaps they are scared, and it has kept them from trying it
Perhaps I’ve known so much bitter that I had been dying to have it
In the Garden, by the Creek,
Stands a Tree –
A Weary Willow, weeping, in
A prayerful plea:

“The scoffing Oaks hold
All their leaves,
But mine wither in this winter;
Don’t You see?!”

But, oh, what She
Doesn’t yet know
Is that, now, below the ground,
Growing down, and reaching out –

Hidden to sight or sound –
Are her Roots, preparing Her
To bear a thing no Oak has ever known:
Fruit.

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So, may Her weeping turn to singing
For spring is bringing
A New Beginning
…In the Garden, by the Creek.

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Starry Aug 29
In lue of a sun
The rises in a triangle
A piece of fruit
Over the simu Himalayas
Harolding
The day
And
The best time
For pictures.
William Troup Aug 20
... strawberries plucked from the vine;
    ... we devour in sweet surrender.  Afar,
        it seems, those green filled knolls,
        as our souls converge ...
           blueberries goal ...

... blueberries sway in green foliage;
    ... we admire in sweet surrender.  Afar,
        we dream, with pear shaped tones,
        as our hearts align ...
           cranberries sewn ...

... cranberries flail in blue eyed skies;
    ... we desired in sweet surrender. Afar,
        we drift, with career based zones,
        as our minds regret ...
           strawberries thrown ...
Carl D'Souza Aug 1
Is there joy
in noticing the details of experience?
For example:
When I encounter a flowering tree
I enjoy noticing
all the colours, shapes, sizes and textures
of every flower,
every leaf,
every fruit,
every branch,
and the bark of the trunk too;
Then I have enjoyed
experiencing the flowering tree!
You don’t get lemon,
Life gives you lime;
The sour taste of
Traveling through time.

The past tastes like
Margarita the second time around,
Long forgotten scents
Accompany too familiar sound.

A forbidden place, you may
Gaze, but never dwell.
Memories, like sirens, hold
You captive in their spell.

If you insist on a visit,
Just don’t stay long.
Past is evidence of
Where it all went wrong.
Joanna Jul 23
Observing nature,
and the fruit therein,
I see ducks and
their babies begin,

a journey of survival,
in a process to win
another day above ground,
versus getting caught
in a predators wind,

Beating the cycle
of life, despite any
obstacles of strife.
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Astraea Jul 21
Velvety and vivacious,
cruelly curvaceous.
Splendidly saccharine,
devilishly divine.

Suckle my silky sweet,
indulge yourself
it's my treat.

Won't you come
bite into me please?
An intimate dance between
Bare feet and green grass
Takes place to the tune of
The birds sipping nectar.

My own alteration to
Prayer; I’m closest to God
Kneeling in the garden
With flowers in my hand.

Purple and blue kiss my
Knees violently, like
Budding blueberries sprouting
Beneath my skin.

Fall is settling in the air,
And my deities begin to
Retreat to a safe haven.
I choose to do the same.
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