Post Card to Africa

Dear Brother,

Today my child threw away an apple
An apple your child would have held
Like a jewel, golden in his hands.
Holding it up like a shrine
Saying “look at my beautiful apple
So sweet, so precious."

But this was an apple no-one cared for
It lay among the shreds and ashes
With a small piece torn away
And on its side a bruise had flowered.


Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

all the times, humans don't look for the precious thing they have under their hand because they are too stupid to see how it's precious!

Bye, and sorry,

Best regards,

Carbanion Tolodine

8:56 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Thank you for such enlightening poem

Thank again for this lovley poem

9:50 PM  
Blogger Poetry by Kai said...

what a wnderful poem!

1:28 AM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Apples are a real wonder, thanks for reminding me. I grow tons of them.

This is a poem with a beutiful spirit!

1:52 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Bruises do blossom and grow. Great poem Sue. I'd be honored if you link me to your blog. I'll do the same. Thanks for asking!!

2:05 AM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

Lovely poem sue! bringing attention to the supposedly little things which wouldn't even matter to some and would mean a joyous thing to others.. Lovely!!

12:30 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

apples and africa.
what a great metaphor aand what a delicate poem but one with real punch.

6:14 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Okay coming back to see if you have Post Card to Africa 2

7:20 PM  
Blogger **SilvermOOn** said...

Socked me right to my gut, as it should. Terrific! As I read, I could see the huge,sad, vacant eyes and swollen bellies of the starving children in Africa merely from the sharply contrasting moment you expertly brought to our attention.

"like a jewel golden in his hands"-
a simile on many levels beyond "golden delicious apples."

7:36 AM  
Blogger Free Spirit said...

Sometimes it makes me think of the Why's of it all...

9:03 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Carba you are so right and we all are guilty of it.

Nasra thankyou

Kai your latest poem was beautiful

Russel I bet you have a wonderful recipe or two for them

Pat thank-you

Prmod my bin often causes me pangs of guilt what a lot gets wasted

CJ a punch where's Judy?

Nasra I always end up forgetting to post them

S Moon thankyou, seeing children picking through the rubbish looking for just enough to stay alive in the waste of others brought this poem back to mind though it was written long ago

Free Spirit so great to hear from you

10:51 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

On the plus side - I bet there are lots of small creatures who enjoyed that apple.

3:42 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Out of all your poems this one had really captured my heart as I visited you today it was this poem took my attention away..In our world were food and water are something we dont thin of we come home the food is ready we make fuss about what to eat and some of us do not even a bread crumbs to save their life from dying with hunger

8:38 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...


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