Open To Interpretations
Golden Apples
So, Hercules,
You think Atlas will come back
With your golden apples.
Just so, Simon thought his burden
Temporary.
Gentle
Poets are gentle sorts
It seems
Which belies their strength
To withstand lightning bolts.
Goose Bumps
Anyone can read a poem,
Like walking over
A clear ice frozen lake,
The transparency
Revealing wonders.
But it is only readers
With a poet's skin
That will break the ice
And take a shivering swim.
Apple
Oh!
That Apple was round!
How easy to miss
The significance,
Eve's magnificence
Offering this round world to Adam.
Nothings
We dovetail
Sweet nothings.
DolphinWords
Notes: these little ones could have really big notes!...I'll leave them be least they become sour somethings...Cubs!!!
:)
DavidDavid
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