Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Tuesday Poem: previously published by The National Library of Poetry in 1992

The Biggest Apple

grew far from Eden,
the tree that bore it
stunted from too many prunings.

No one watered or fed the soil around it
and yet this one fruit ballooned out
big as a baby's head

and tenacious enough
to cling to its stem through a hurricane.

The tree held it out like a lantern,
this single ridiculous pippin
brilliant as Einstein.

The tree said, Here,
here are all my dreams
enclosed in one glowing skin.

May this opus that no one
expected from me
light your way.

Forgive me if it’s not sweet enough.

1 comment:

Michelle Elvy said...

Nice poem! I like the opening quite a lot.