Apple

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The once insignificant caused enormous changes, and a change further alters and limits the past, but the future withholds everything. Stagnancy doesn’t cause the future and yet the insignificance is changed.

 

Unconscious of the world beyond him
The undiscovered became a mist
Became clouds painted in a pale canvass
Why, rainbow of brilliance after the rain?

Trees hanged with sumptuous delight
Beyond complexities and arithmetic
A stick holds a thousand folds
Why enormity can be less, and insignificant?

Counting the rays of light
Its transparency is bold
Yet the angle of it became a rainbow
Why a line was bent beyond its dullness?

He stood by the wonders, the unknown
With doom in his mind, he thinks
Placing himself in the middle
In the endless oblivion of the Universe

As stars are forever so as he thinks
He resists limits; he wanders in the blank spaces
Seeking the answers between the stars
Why now that he thinks, why him, why the stars?

And it fell over him
The inkling became the next line
The stars too fell with a force undeniable
Why things fall like stars that cleave the Moon?

Why?
Why then his thoughts kept on minding?
He seek them, but further and farther he goes
Why he fortune the pleasures of answering?

The future withholds the past
Like a drop of apple answers all
And not the drop of the stars
Neither the bent of white light can sought

It is now; the past is just a fall of stars
And a minute spec of weight is less
A thousand folds of it cannot total the future
Neither the apple on a tree answers your grief.

 

 

Reviews

[Dante Balsote]

"Stagnancy doesn’t cause the future and yet the insignificance is changed."

Indeed.

Reading your work inspired me to write a short poem that speaks the same theme:

As when someone have an eye
So does he see through a lie:

As when someone stirs a cup of coffee
Unintentionally giving it disharmony
(So it appears on seeing
That the coffee makes the stirring).
Behold, the truth lies
In the hand, in the first cause,
And in the cup that holds which makes the stirring
Stir to a pause.

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The poem is a good write. The apple on a tree, indeed, cannot answer our grievances. No, not Newton. Not definitely our brains. Our brains give answers, and they are usually unsatisfactory. I should have capitalized the "h" in "hand" and the "f" and the "c" in "first cause". Yeah, that would give a few bits--just a few bits--of that one big answer we're looking for.

[Dalebear]

Good write

[TTBoy28]

Now, this is thought provoking; Although the obvious would be Sir Isaac Newton and his "apple." For some strange reason, I see Eve and her action(s) in this write. For all it's worth, it is fantastic!

[Dream Weaver]

This flowed so easily each stanza a telling saga.
I enjoyed this very much.


"Counting the rays of light
Its transparency is bold
Yet the angle of it became a rainbow
Why a line was bent beyond its dullness?"