Of Love, Lotus Flowers, and Apples
Today at Poetry for Life, I’m writing about love poetry, sharing a poem about lotus flowers by Rabindranath Tagore titled “On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind
was straying.”
Here’s my love poem, imitating the style of Tagore’s, but eschewing lotus flowers for apples.
On the day when the apples fell, oops, I was writing a poem, and I didn’t notice.
My cart was full of noble oranges, and the rich fruit just lay there.
As days passed their redness winked at me, and slowly came such ripe
daydreams that I could taste the crunch of fruit not mine to take.
That was the end of me. I was a little red love wreck, overly autumnal, consumed
by malus domestica, already cooking up a little something in my mind’s kitchen.
I didn’t know then that even if I ignored the apples, I was already part of the tree,
and that its music would play in my branches long, long past the fall.
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