Apple and Pine

Awake under an apple tree..

 

 

 

Apple and Pine

 

 

 

  If I dip a toe into the foam and ask the glorious sun to be my compass, the motherly ship of the Atlantic would reprimand me with the fat sound of its horn and I would cling in fear to one leg of the pier.

 

  Then I would have to sneak from the dull side of the shore, and coax the dolphins with a sneaky smile, to guide me. And sometimes we would swim swiftly and other times we would leap into the air and make fun of seagulls and Tuna.

 

  Not long after I would be ambushed by sirens of frost-kissed skin, large black eyes and faded dimples.

 

  They would make me choose between hopping into their dinner stove, or belly-dancing under the white and purple lights of midnight kelp and jellyfish.

 

  But I would only dance for one pair of eyes, I would say, and those eyes were bluer and more exquisite than their grand Atlantic.

 

  So, the foreign ladies of the ocean would exchange looks of agreement and for having such a touching tale to tell, they would circle around me and hum for me to magically awaken under an apple tree somewhere in Nashville.

 

  From there I'd run and scamper, and you'd run too, because running is good for your heart, and because we would finally hug and spin while hugging, and spin and spin at the borders that cut between Kentucky and Ohio.

 

But that could take years, and a fertile mind plot of imagination.

 

  So, in hopes that you will remember to read soon again, and in case you think you might have many more years to invest and save and fewer goodbyes to wave,

 

Come to me, darling.

 

  My money isn't cramping my wallet, and I can't promise you wild adventures in starry desert nights or unforgettable ecstasy on dance floors neighboring blaring DJ beats.

 

 Our hills are old and humble, and our streets might make you often stumble.

 

  We would smoke a hubbly bubbly and get drunk on our hearty laughter and tunes from the 20's. And I will get us lost in the shades of the sticky pine trees.

 

  So, I will not beg or mope or kneel, but I will squint and ask you for real and hold my pen tightly to my chest,

 

For just a fraction of a bittersweet summer,

 

Be mine.

 

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Those first three lines are especially delicious but the end is as well. Love the little internal rhymes and alliteration throughout - and the story....the story - the expectation...yes.

[Scott Metro]

Very pretty ! an easy, gentle read.

Scott

[K. J. Corbin]

I found this amazing, truly enjoyed what I read. Keep it up!

[Krishna Krish]

This poem is very beautiful... Loved it!!

[R. L. Hill]

Unbelievable imagery. If I were only to write something so effortless as this! Wonderful job. Any words of wisdom?

[costa siwale]

Yeah! I love your poem, sublime

[Olufix]

This is incredible! Using the inanimate to communicate your interesting and captivating message? Awesome! I thought my poem "Island Of Pain" had some inanimate activities, but my goodness, this out beats mine by a tremendous margin.
Good work. Nah! Great work.

[Daniel Sala]

This is a really beautiful text, to say any more would do it and your talent an injustice.

[Daisy Morgy]

The imagery is just divine! a great use of adjectives and amazing structure well done

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

This was awesome! I love the light-hearted but still serious tone. Very effective. Great job, my friend!