A & A

by aquariuslawson

October 14, 2013

Apples and air

Sweet breaths that dare

to speak.

Ominous thoughts

In the sea.

The whirlpool of future,

Dreams and pleas.

Culture of death and end,

Its just another beginning.

Aplles and air.

The street lamps

in the night.

The moon

on the rise.

The innocence

In their eyes.

Tradition of growth and lies,

Another disguise.

Apples and air.

Desire to survive,

To wake up

In order to live,

Not just to be alive.

And for all the finer tries,

It's a mystery

They never dreamed

To fly.

Toast to apples and air,

For keeping it real

That life isn't fair.

And when you run out

Of sadness and despair

Remember there's still

The inanimates to bear.

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Comments (2)

aquariuslawsonOct 14, 2013

<p>Thank you!!! :)</p>

FahiruOct 14, 2013

This is really interesting. It brought about a bit of thought, which is always nice, but it also felt really good to read. I like the repetition of Apples and Air. I wonder what you meant to contrast there? Maybe the difference between something we can see, feel, taste, and smell; and something else just as real but of which we have no perception. We need both, but the substantial one is easier to think about. Or maybe you just contrasted these things because they sound nice together, I don't know. But I enjoyed reading your poem.