The apple each day

Written by on May 17, 2011 in Poetry with 0 Comments

The apple each day
By: Christian Joore

In those quiet moments,
my thoughts soften
to philosophical ones,
broadly wondering;
Is it all for us to know?
Perhaps we are
so deeply in it,
as to be far from it?
The same distance
the mind is from
the mirror,
emergent, ethereal,
like taste is to the apple,
and red is to its skin.
No atom has flavour,
no atom has colour,
it is not for itself,
but dances along,
each day to the song
our consciousness sings,
for us, for it, for it all.

I don’t often do poetry but I like free verse style, it always allows for a deeper understanding within its vague and abstract expression.


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