by Cheryl B Sellers
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The pass is still, now !!
This bitter fruit still hangs graphed in the pitch of darkness
stem stretched long from heavy weight below
blowing in the winds of maniacal hated of mankind
supported to the branch by ropes most unkind
this bitter fruit grows blotted and gross in the night
misshapen globule putrid purple and ripe vine
Yet the hands in day light that come to harvest
will remove this fruit with respectful tender loving care
tears of sorrow pouring down their upturned faces
this bitter fruit although not eaten, still has value
a seed pod they were to harvester and seedlings
now to the cold dank earth they must return the fruit
Man was not meant to swing from trees
to blow in the breeze on the whims of time
will the day ever come when pitch darkness does not hide
when no mothers child, no lover or parent
will be graphed to trees by ropes most unkind
when this bitter fruit will become extinct
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|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|You have us taste that bitter fruit with the silver spoon of your write, wonderful imagery, and soulfoul comment, that should touch every heart! Bless You! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|We can only pray that it does become extinct. Good to see your work again, lady poet. This piece is powerful, with an inate sadness. Splendid work.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|You are a wordsmith... beautifully said.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Deeply engaging verses, Cheryl. Thank you for sharing this offering.l Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a dark, provocative poem ...|
|Reviewed by Henry Stevens
|A dreamy, dark, poem that only points to what it is about. Very well done. Henry|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Potent write, Cheryl. Well done.|
|Reviewed by Zenith Elliott
|Profound meaning filled with emotion that anyone who has a soul and a conscience should be able to see and feel this poem. Excellent write! ~Z~|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Stark poetry...filled with painful imagery!!