“There’s small choice in rotten apples.” William Shakespeare (Taming of the Shrew)
Cankered Soul Anticipation lost in the blemished apple's cankered soul, so eagerly plucked, so easily discarded in disappointment, closer inspection revealing my darkly understood truth where meaning drips as milk through coarse muslin. So eagerly plucked, so easily discarded in disappointment in summer's groves of ripe, sweet, acid fertility, where meaning drips as milk through coarse muslin, fermenting in pools of lucid drama easily spread. In summer's groves of ripe, sweet, acid fertility, a promise held tightly in paradise quietly lost, fermenting in pools of lucid drama easily spread among willing acolytes of ideals long forgotten. A promise held tightly in paradise quietly lost, closer inspection revealing my darkly understood truth among willing acolytes of ideals long forgotten, anticipation lost in the blemished apple's cankered soul. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
parallax 
Beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks Athira.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always welcome
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow. How easily the bruised are cast off. Felt this.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes, a painful experience for too many people. Thank you for sharing how that impacted VJ.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome, Paul.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks Jonathan.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are, indeed a jewel in Poetry’s crown. 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, wow, thank you indeed. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
HEY—ALL MY “FLATTERY” IS TRUE! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
And much appreciated too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
The line that resonates with me is “where meaning drips as milk through coarse muslin,” but I have no idea why.
LikeLiked by 1 person
One for the journal? For me it is the being squeezed and poured out, separated. Not sure if that is more or less helpful? Thank you for sharing where it spoke to you Liz.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, that makes sense.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
We are all this apple in a fast-paced environment. Blemished because we so eagerly pluck and so easily discard in disappointment. We tend to miss out on so many treasures.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I sure agree Astrid, we miss so much in the speed of how we do things.
LikeLike
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
😁✨✨
LikeLiked by 1 person
I had to read it again.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well I really appreciate that you gave it time, thank you Rupali.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I might do it again
LikeLiked by 1 person
I must say I read other works like that, I find I soak it in more or find new meanings.
LikeLike
Enjoyed the Pantoum flow of this one
>
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLike