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Leaving the Nest

The apple tree, one afternoon, smiled at her fruit below;
“If you’re not chosen very soon, I’ll have to let you go.”
The apple listened to the tree and knew that she was right;
“I can’t believe you’d set me free, for you’re my guiding light.”

The tree replied; “have faith my dear, I’ve taught you all I know.
For as you grew, I made it clear there’s fertile soil below.”
The apple said; “I know you’re right, I shan’t fall far from you.
As long as you are in my sight, there’s nothing I can’t do.”

The apple then grew sad and said; “What if they harvest me?
This is something that I dread, I’m sure you must agree.”
The tree just smiled with her reply; “I am so proud of you.
And I shall simply say goodbye for you’re the chosen few.”  

The moral of the story here; a lesson for us all,
Growing up is not to fear, for not all apples fall.

 

 

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  • penman gold member
    October 17

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    Excellent

    Such profound wisdom dressed in some simple, yet masterful lines. they flow through the mind so well.


  • Rend the Veil gold member
    September 20

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    well i am yet again, moved.
    you written well beyond your
    years, beautiful Amera,
    this write is such so filled with
    wisdom.

    with love and blessings

    Rend


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    September 17

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    Ahh.. very wise indeed Sis! I would never have thought to use something like an apple tree to tell such a tale! Very smooth flow and rhyme too.. but then I'd expect nothing less from you


  • nordicsky silver member
    September 16

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    Somebody, a few nights back
    Dressed in black
    Under the cover of moonlight
    Crept to an overgrown garden out of sight
    And liberated several pounds
    of fine English Apples
    Which would, otherwise, have gone to waste
    Stolen fruit... has the sweetest taste.

    No doubt, you’ll have something to say about that!

    Thanks for a fine and rather apposite poem.
    Love, Peter


  • Ken-Maverick
    September 16

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    Very wise words here dude.
    The last two lines summed it up perfectly


  • pranj
    September 16

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    wow! a perfect read after a long long break I have had...very nice poem.
    This is awesome story, and obviously very well penned!
    GREAT!
    Growing up is not to fear, for not all apples fall. - ha! NICE!!


  • Pure Thought silver member
    September 15

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    It's just me, but I hate comparative commenting... you write like PLath or sound like a fable. I think this is clean and clear Amwra original. Form well done and wonderfully fulfilling story.

    Buddy


  • poetryality silver member
    September 15

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    First let me state that you are one of my most favorite Sonneteers! Now, let me expound on the wonder of this poem. I am one of those parents who had a hard time letting my "apples" go. I am a clinging vine mother. I still call my children everyday, if they don't call me first. We share everything. We remind me of the Series "Brothers & Sisters". I am truly Sally Fields. Gladly my husband has never cheated on me and there are no outside children. LOL This poem is a delight. I am honored to have read this and surely needed to read it today. I think the only reason I hold on so tight is because I feel so close to them now that they are responsible adults. I must say that I did "teach them well". They are beautiful and so are my grandchildren. ~Sigh! I have two that live in Florida and miss them being here so. But, as God would have it, we are never too far from one another.

    Guess you can tell by my babbling that I love this! The best to you in the challenge.


    Always with LOVE ♥

    Renee


  • awannabepoet
    September 15

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    And some apples taste great on a plate flanked by cheese and a wee bit of wine too.

    What a great little story you did tell.

    awannabepoet


  • Desire gold member
    September 15

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    Dangggg~

    Now this swelled the eyes and I was balling like a baby
    Powerful piece my Friend and Loved the Message~
    Just Loved it


    Powerful form also presentation~
    Energy grabbed Spirit and did not let go
    Brilliant take on the prompt~
    Keep that quill dancing

    Thank You for sharing Your Voice
    Best wishes in the contest
    with love & light~ Desire~*~


  • Hikari Lady
    September 15

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    Oh my, this was an amazing story with a wonderful poetry form. The story's moral was so beautiful that the two last lines could easily be a quote of motivation and inspiration, just reading it made me think so much of life and one's strength. Such a wonderful poetry.

    Love
    ~Noor

  • Topnotchsy
    September 15
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    Beautiful story. I am left a little uncertain of how the metaphor translates.

    The child is taught not to be afraid of falling, as there is fertile soil below, and the beginning of something new. That part I think I got, but I am not completely sure what the fear of being harvested is, as it would seem the alternative to falling is being harvested. I guess the other option would be to stay on the tree?

    And then the final lines reference back to falling, not being harvested.

    Darn, I'm sick here and I know I'm just missing the point which is frustrating.

    I did enjoy the poem, and hopefully when my brain is not foggy I'll be able to come back and appreciate this better

    • Amera gold member
      September 15

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      Your comment made me smile because you really read my poem and you are not in a fog at all. My poem did exactly what I had hoped it would do and that is to leave the reader in a quandary. Could the couplet perhaps be referring to death and subsequent life after death? Hum … ‘tis a puzzlement. Is death falling to the ground, is death the act of being harvested or is death simply the unknown and being unsure if one was prepared properly?

      • Topnotchsy
        September 15

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        The poem definitely got me thinking, though I thought that maybe it was being home sick since the week-end. I enjoyed this piece as I enjoy all of your writes. What through me off was the almost "Aesop-like" simplicity of the tale, which usually culminates in a very easily reached lesson or moral.


  • C.I.M.A Punk
    September 15

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    Man, what a great rhythm, rhyme and familiar story are packed in these 14 lines.
    You've done it again, Amera.

    A most excellent write!


  • Poetic-Theorem gold member
    September 15

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    Lovely Metaphorical Quatrain you have penned my dear
    As always, your rhyme and flow is brilliant
    I love the little tale you have woven with
    your so talented thoughts and words
    A slendid poem to bring many smiles


    Wish you the very best in the contest
    Much love my friend
    Keep you talented quill dancing...Woot


    David


  • darkyinsoul
    September 15
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    oh yes and these


  • darkyinsoul
    September 15

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    Excellent as always my friend
    you weave a story well
    your form outstanding
    thanks for the share
    Darky


  • Lulu Gee silver member
    September 15

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    Everything to me here is perfect Amera, you know I love a good story..haha!
    Love it, love it....I'm off to re-read, Lu x


  • Discoveria
    September 15

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    As per PerVirtuous's comment, this reminded me of the style of Aesop's fables. Your moral puzzles me, though. "Not all apples fall" - some are harvested? some get eaten by birds? some rot on the branch?


  • Skybow silver member
    September 15

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    You skill with form and meter, I've come to expect to see in your poems; but the story telling you are capable of has grown in leaps and bounds.

    I love the voices you gave to the Mother (tree) and her child (the apple). There is a lesson here for all mothers, in how to set your children free to grow their own lives.

    "The tree replied; “have faith my dear, I’ve taught you all I know.”
    “For as you grew, I made it clear there’s fertile soil below.”
    The apple said; “I know you’re right, I shan’t fall far from you.”
    “As long as you are in my sight, there’s nothing I can’t do.”

    The apple then grew sad and said; “What if they harvest me?”
    “This is something that I dread, I’m sure you must agree.”
    The tree just smiled with her reply; “I am so proud of you.”
    “And I shall simply say goodbye for you’re the chosen few.”


    Beautiful write, flowing and pure like a mountain stream on a cool morning.

    Bravo!!!


  • Denerica
    September 15

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    Brilliant...I really love this, it made me think of bloom where you are planted, even if you fall you will have some purpose, just loved the conversation the tree had with her apple brood. Excellent. Blessings.


  • Faeryn
    September 15

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    Oooh...awesome quatrain, Amera. I really like the ending couplet and the metaphore and message are wonderful.
    Love,
    Tay


  • cricketjeff gold member
    September 15

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    Beautiful metaphorical story told in In perfect iambic heptameter The extralongameter virus spreads!

    Love it, beautiful poetry


    Jeff




  • PerVirtuous
    September 15

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    Fantastic. This is a brilliant fable in poetic form. I don't mind being called a fruit when you do it like this. This is like a cross between Aesop, Dr. Seuss, and Mother Goose. I love it and award three bunnies of approval.

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