sweet apples

she peers into a comma’s misfortune
too long a dig
to the bottom
of a heart’s quarry
where word associations rest
rotting like sweet apples
intertwined within
century-old roots
she smiles
grateful for her lack of utterances
and His grace-filled promise

by mary ann blinkhorn

23 thoughts on “sweet apples

  1. Reblogged this on From Under the Pages and commented:

  2. jaels says:

    This is excellent–both poetically, and the message. You know me by another name, I’m back again–to follow…

  3. Nice! Not been seeing you lately. Thank you for liking my poem!

  4. A really beautiful study of how you can stir unconscious associations with poetry. Lovely.

  5. to the bottom
    of a heart’s quarry

    Great imagery. I have a place like this. It is a place of negativity but still a quarry which is a source of rebuilding material in my thinking.

  6. jwprokupek says:

    I love the first line, “she peers into a comma’s misfortune”, makes me think of how I feel sometimes when I’m writing, staring at the page, digging for the words which only exist in my heart and mind.

  7. jzrart says:

    Lovely writing. Thanks for stopping by my blog and your like. Hope you have a wonderful day.

  8. Iamrcc says:

    Thank you for visiting and the like of my post “Buds and the Blue Sky”.

  9. JK Bevill - Lost Creek Publishing says:

    Reblogged this on lost creek publishing.

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