The Green Apple, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Summer Afternoon: The Green Apple 1894 by Charles Conder 1868-1909

The Green Apple, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Green apple in my hand don’t understand.
Do I bite you and taste your bitterness?
Or do simply to hold it in my hand,
And its power will provide me aegis?

Oh to be no more than a butterfly,
Tho its life be short it is ever free.
Darting brightly against the clear blue sky,
As for me a new day I may nev’r see.

No choice for me as I am what I am.
Current state is not my desired pleasure,
For only a fool would not give a damn,
Yet I shall not now disclose my anger.

Now to bite the green apple with remorse,
Knowing that life has but only one course.

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Painting by: Charles Conder, ‘A Summer Afternoon: The Green Apple 1894

 

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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