Rotting Apples Blossom

by Lenny   Mar 18, 2008


Trotting-
If not footsteps
What falls upon the world
Is surely heaven
Exuding from paper-clipped stars
Cheeky heavens scars
Or pieces of the sky?

Natures sole in droplets
Scruples of dreams
Fragments of other days
Or bodings of time spent so ill?
And conceived as
Rotting apples
On verge of blossom

Succulent the tendrils
Of flavors savored dribble
Down chins of men with
Whiskers for smiles
And blushed bosoms to
Take apples from

But apples rotten
Blossom no nearer bosoms
Than footsteps are conceived

As falling heaven-skies.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Sourav

    The use of words and the way you made the lines both are exceptional. It's a very good piece of creative write.

  • 9 years ago

    by Cooper

    You have the soul of a beautiful poet .... your words are strung together so perfectly, as if with great ease ... this poem was no different, and flowed like poetic rivers.