The Apple

Wasted energy
and much groaning
avail nothing
but longing
and painful endurance…
the loins produce 
both
blessing and cursing
good and evil
pleasure and pain
life and death
ripe fruit unpicked rots
falls
 to the ground
disintegrates,
becomes
nothing.
She pauses-
considers biting hard

the apple,
that brings
 sweet satisfaction
and 
regret…
instead
biting the lip,
lets it fall from her hand
for one 
more day.

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Dawn Paoletta is the author of Journaling for Discovery and Delight. Her writing is included in several anthologies and her poems have been included in the Wickford Poetry and Art Exhibit and Books. Dawn is currently working on her next book. Inquiries at dawn.paoletta@gmail.com

11 thoughts on “The Apple

  1. I like how the last stanza leaves open the possibility that she'll choose differently on a different day. Very true to life, I think.

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  2. she is wise.. Making decisions not in desperation but carefully scrutinizing everything concerned.. 🙂

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  3. ah…sometimes the longing can be overwhelming…glad she managed to overcome it…at least for the moment…but it's a piece of victory..

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