apple plum
apple plum-
pear sap
refused
apple-john
abundant
so Seneca says.
shaft shall graft
upon crab-tree
pippin upon points
pomegranate kernels
myrtle and
many burning loves.
full wheat sprouts
but weeds
choke puns.
9 thoughts on "apple plum"
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I realized this poem works best when said aloud … the way you wove the sounds into the stanzas, and gave it rhythm, and then there are those last two lines … Ha
Kevin
This is a great use of form and sound!
plums plunge
impolite
in harsh sun
and scorn
the job
to prune
“pippin upon points”—sounds like an English town one would like to visit in September
love the sounds and rhythm, percussion section.
Enjoy the music & wordplay here. Those damn weeds!
love your poem’s musicality
thanks everyone.!
I agree with what everyone else has said. You have such a distinctive style!