gershon hepner

Rookie - 10 Points (5 3 38 / leipzig)

Flesh And Core - Poem by gershon hepner

I love the apple for its peel
which, sometimes red and sometimes green,
is fun to polish and to feel.
Enticingly, it seems to preen
itself while hoping to attract
attention, but of course the flesh,
delectable and flavor-packed,
is more exciting, and when fresh
and crisp and crunchy, slightly tart,
has caused this fruit, since life began,
to play a famous leading part,
particularly for First Man
and Woman who, both tempted, chose
to take a bite although they knew
the price would be a life of woes
as soon as they began to chew.

I like the peel and flesh, but most
of all I love the apple core;
it’s humble, not designed to boast,
ignored by people who ignore
the apple’s architecture, drawn
by its appearance and its taste,
and inclined therefore to mock and scorn
what’s generally considered waste,
though cores contains the tiny seeds
that sprout beneath the cool, dark earth,
and, innocent of ancient deeds,
emerge to prove their future worth,
becoming yet another tree
to blossom first and then produce
the fruit that may eventually,
but surely blamelessly, seduce.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

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