Bitter Apples

Fear grows within us..

We sow the seeds of sorrow
Within earth defiled with despair
Smothered beneath polluted soil
Along with fears we bury there

 Rooting itself within our minds
It manifests and decays
Violating all pure thoughts 
Burrowing there, it stays
 
To thrive upon our suffering 
Indulge in our fear and pain 
Craving for lost hopes and prayers 
Never to spoken again

Until out that ground it emerges
And penetrates through all light 
Revealing a hollow and twisted oak
Contorted and bent by fright

 Within the oak our dreams concealed
Resounding it empty silence 
Suffocated by the blanket of night 
Woven from greed and violence 

From pent up angst and dread it bears 
Fruit that is putrid and sour
Rotten apples, bitter on the tongue
As nightmares bloom and flower  


~Eva Rosehill
 

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

Yet another amazing poem Eva ! This one comes with a little twist . It began as a seed and you described it descriptively well, how it was conceived and how it thrive and grow and how it feed itself with our pain and fear. I like the word you mentioned here " polluted soil " Hmm I does affect the seed someway or another by its atmosphere and less than ideal condition . I can't help but imagine innocent little kids growing up in a place and environment that has been polluted and infested with poverty, crime, and drugs.

What started as a bad seed shall also end up a bad fruit. As much as we reap what we sow somehow its intertwined and connected with the fallen world that we now live in. Damage and rotten apples do have an effect and an impact. Would it be nice if we can still salvage the fruit and transform it to an apple cider regardless of its bitter roots and origin ?

This poem is dark yet beautifully and artistically constructed in its own rite . The personification of the Oak tree, mighty yet empty and hallow and has nightmares too.The twisted and contorted branches personifies years of torment and agony as it shrink and regress in fear and pain and how it buried, retracted and covered itself under sheets of dark eerie midnight sky. This Oak deserves a yellow ribbon, our acceptance as well as our compassion for I do have nightmares too.

[Eva Rosehill]

A brilliant analysis Neil, I can't thank you enough for taking the time to write about my work, you truly are amazing.. You understand my piece and ideas well.

[Stella Armour]

wow.. quite dark really, but i think it is beautiful in its own way.

The imagery and metaphor are wonderful.. how many people are actually born damaged like the oak and is it from uncertain seeds ?

[Eva Rosehill]

I am very glad to hear you liked it. You seem to understand my ideas well which is much appreciated. Thank you for the kind words.