Saturday, September 30, 2017

Symmetry

Symmetry

The fruit,
bruised on one side,
was then dropped
on the other.
I cut the original 
damage away,
and it was flat
on one side,
but just before 
it perished
you removed the other.
This continues
until
it is consumed,
but the seeds remain.

-Robert L. Jackson III


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25 comments:

  1. J.N.T.October 1, 2017 at 5:24 AM

    I know this has dual meanings and I am smiling at your craft. Great write!

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  2. colleenOctober 1, 2017 at 5:56 AM

    The poetry of eating an apple!

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    1. Rob JacksonOctober 1, 2017 at 2:42 PM

      Apples are delicious and full of nutrition! Thanks!

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 1, 2017 at 8:42 AM

    And there are still a few bites left! This made me smile, Rob.

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  4. Sanaa RizviOctober 1, 2017 at 8:44 AM

    Wow!❤️

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  5. brudbergOctober 1, 2017 at 8:49 AM

    And the seed is fruitation to come... love that.

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  6. indybevOctober 1, 2017 at 9:06 AM

    ...and the future is in the seeds. A thoughtful and insightful write.

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  7. MaryOctober 1, 2017 at 12:07 PM

    And it is the seeds that will bring about rebirth - life will continue.

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  8. ZQOctober 1, 2017 at 12:23 PM

    I heard we are suppose to eat the whole damn thing :-o
    ZQ

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  9. DonnaOctober 1, 2017 at 3:27 PM

    And even after consuming those seeds bring more fruit to begin the symmetry again....lovely.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  10. Magaly GuerreroOctober 1, 2017 at 4:15 PM

    The glory of hope... to have delighted in the fruit and understand that it can happen again (if we take the time).

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  11. Wendy BourkeOctober 1, 2017 at 4:15 PM

    Great title ... and an intriguing metaphor ... love it!

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  12. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 1, 2017 at 10:39 PM

    So apparently simple, but....

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  13. Old EggOctober 2, 2017 at 2:28 AM

    Perhaps being brought up in Worl War 2, bruised apples were not shunned. In fact I quite like the taste of them if the bruise was fresh. Otherwise I would excavate the bad bit and quite happily enjoy the rest! It was no unknown for kids to eat core, pips and all in those days when we always hungry!

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  14. Dr. Vandana SharmaOctober 2, 2017 at 3:17 AM

    There is poetry everywhere, and only a poet can see it.

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  15. ThotpurgeOctober 2, 2017 at 7:31 PM

    Am looking at that apple as a metaphor for life and maybe am glad that the core remains, no matter what was bruised or taken away!

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  16. Sarah RussellOctober 8, 2017 at 9:47 PM

    I love poems that are extended metaphors, Robin. Well done!

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  17. hyperCRYPTICalOctober 12, 2017 at 10:38 AM

    I am glad the seeds remain, offering the possibility of regrowth.
    Anna :o]

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  18. ✿February 11, 2018 at 6:43 PM

    Oh my, what an outstanding piece.

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