Apples That Float Away

by Ben Pickard   Mar 12, 2018


To breathe in woe and then bemoan the thunderclouds
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest.
The storms that we amass we then must blow away
And tie our hearts upon the setting sun out west.

Are apples truly rotten on this gnarly tree -
Can birds not perch upon the branches just as well?
Is all this ugliness, in fact, just ripe in me
And have I cursed this life with my own wretched spell?

The perfect home is something that I always knew
But greener grass is all I ever really craved;
A lesson, then, before I finally undo
The ropes that tie my fragile raft and float away.

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Ben Pickard 2016

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  • 2 months ago

    by yogi73

    Looking within one's self can be a daunting task. The truth of self discovery and where did all come from in the first place.

    Deep stuff here: and nicely written
    Is all this ugliness, in fact, just ripe in me
    And have I cursed this life with my own wretched spell?

  • 2 years ago

    by VAHID

    its not only beautiful, its elegant and powerful. this is your best poem i wonder why it's not trending

    • 2 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, VAHID. I've always thought this was my best poem too.

  • 2 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    This blew me away the first time I read it, and it still does! It's a precious poem.

    • 2 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Mel. In my opinion, it's the best thing I've ever written so it does hold a special place in my heart. Glad you like it too.

  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, I have always loved this poem. It was wonderful to read it again.

  • 2 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This has always been one of my favourites of yours.
    Take care x

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