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.
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.
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 6/27/2006 05:31:00 PM
12 Comments:
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
Thank you for such enlightening poem
Thank again for this lovley poem
what a wnderful poem!
Apples are a real wonder, thanks for reminding me. I grow tons of them.
This is a poem with a beutiful spirit!
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!!
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!!
apples and africa.
what a great metaphor aand what a delicate poem but one with real punch.
Okay coming back to see if you have Post Card to Africa 2
Sometimes it makes me think of the Why's of it all...
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
On the plus side - I bet there are lots of small creatures who enjoyed that apple.
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
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