Laurence Overmire

Still Life With Knife - Poem by Laurence Overmire

I’d like to peel myself
like an apple
discard that thin skin
bruised so easily,
cut out the hollows
where worms have dug their holes,
carefully remove the seeds
clutched tight within the core,
plant them in some new place
warm and sunny,
rich soil and plenty of water
where thirsty roots can finally take hold.

Perhaps then
my branches opening to the sky
I could, with outstretched limb
bring from bud to blossom
that rarest of fruit
pure, sweet, unblemished
the incomparable red

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  • Amberlee Carter (12/23/2006 10:27:00 AM)

    I liked this, a lot going on beneath the surface it seemed...well written and interesting, thanks for sharing it.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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