Justin Merrill

Rookie (July 1990 / California)

Rotten Apples

Poem by Justin Merrill

Your red beauty,
taken by the wind.

You don't go far,
the wind hates you,
the wind drops you,
You precious beatuy stays there,
untouched, unloved.

The passing of time,
kills your soul,
and you rot,
and die.


Comments about Rotten Apples by Justin Merrill

  • Mary Nagy (10/9/2005 5:41:00 AM)

    An interesting way to look at apples Justin. I love poems that make you see an everyday occurence in a different light. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 9, 2005



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