Winter's Apple

The descriptions you used here were great! I like how you tied in the seasons. At first, I read this piece as it was a person and not through the point of view of the apple. That is what makes this poem so great, the versatility in how it is interpreted.

"No one wanted me, thus I was left
alone for another Spring. Others
were favoured, others were brighter,
others were... everything I was not. "
^So much pain here...I think a lot of people can relate to this feeling of being second best to someone else. You expressed that flawlessly here. I loved this piece!

Absolutely gorgeous write here, Xanthe.

'
No one wanted me, thus I was left
alone for another Spring. Others
were favoured, others were brighter,
others were... everything I was not. '

-heartbreaking

I hope this wins.

One thing I'm not keen on is the end. The 'Alas!' is too over dramatic. Exclamation marks in poetry are soooo hard to pull off. :/

Awesome piece girl.The first stanza is divine.

Really great poem Xanthe, I enjoyed reading it a lot:)

Yes, this is very beautiful. I am glad that you won the challenge, because you deserve it. It was a fun one, wasn't it? Praise to Luce!

'Soft susurrus beneath my leaves
promises me no sunlight, for the
cold has been crucified within my
core for far too long, and I try to
dream of tomorrow each night;
of falling into your hands at last.'

^ I do always try to find the meaning behind your poems, Xanthe. They are always interesting to me :) This is a beautiful beginning, but I have a problem with one word, 'crucified.' I don't think that it works in the way you are using it...unless you mean that the cold is causing you anguish, but the wording has made it so that it doesn't seem that way. I am probably reading it wrong though :] 'Crucified' is a very strong, very touchy word to some, so it is a very good choice.

'No one wanted me, thus I was left
alone for another Spring. Others
were favoured, others were brighter,
others were... everything I was not.'

^ This is probably my favorite stanza, because I can feel the agony in here and it is astounding to me. Most (if not all) have often felt this way and I hate it a lot. Being treated like we are nothing because we are not 'pretty' or because of some other crazy aspect. Makes me mad sometimes thinking about it. I really like this one, because it is the strongest stanza in here, and it is beautiful.

I can't really give constructive criticism here, because there is nothing to criticize about it. I can only praise it :)

'Others became dull, others lost their
luster, others... simply couldn't hold
on much longer. I watched with
wonderment as they were swept away.'

^ The ones who endure the most usually survive. For some reason, I always think that you are talking about a tree, instead of an apple. The way this is written reminds me of trees, but the word 'luster' doesn't quite fit there now does it? Another beautiful stanza right here, Xanthe. This is my second favorite part because it shows that the seemingly 'weak' and 'ugly' looking ones can survive.

'Alas! Winter came. I felt alone; the
best feeling I've felt in a while...'

^ Beautiful ending as well. When everything is dead, you alone are the one thing to survive. The sweet silence is beautiful sometimes, is it not?

Like I said, I can only praise it. Sorry this is such a long comment, but I had no real constructive criticism to give.

Excellent/beautiful
5/5