A Bored Apple Seed............[humor, I Hope] - Poem by Bri Edwards
While sitting in our screen house I spit out one apple seed.
You'd think it would be grateful since from my mouth it had been freed.
But no, you ungrateful seed. Instead you turned and looked at me,
a frown upon your face, indeed!
You landed upon a white-painted floor plank, a few feet from the ground.
From there you saw trees and grass and bushes all around.
Perhaps you wished you had feet so you could find a spot,
to sprout your stuff, instead of sitting idle, a seed without a pot.
[Or maybe you spied my bird feeders, stocked with sunflower and nyjer seed.
To them the titmice and chickadees, and goldfinches come to feed.
Could you possibly wish, if you could not sprout, ......
to be eaten by a bird and vanish....... until the bird poops you out? ]
Where you landed it does not get wet, and you cannot reach the soil.
You look now so unhappy; I think your apple anger is about to boil.
I suppose the least I could do is give you a big kick,
and knock you off the flooring, onto fertile ground, to grow into a stick.
[But I DIDN'T and now another week's gone by.]
I'm back, my little apple seed, and as I settle into my chair,
I notice a marked change in your appearance that last week wasn't there.
You no longer frown nor even look at me, sadness and anger are no longer shown,
but instead you're just a bored apple seed, like many other seeds I have known.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
p.s. it is now four months later and i made two tiny changes to the poem. i am resubmitting this poem today (april 2013) just to see if it gets put in 'new poems' section and looked at by someone.
a year after submitting, i reread and found several errors! could it have been MY poor proofreading? i also have decided that an alternate ending would be 'like many other seeds, which from my mouth i've thrown (or blown) .' :)
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