Treasure Island

Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

An apple in exile


An apple in exile
What can happen if you are in the wrong place, possibly in wrong time?
In a place where everyone makes a resume of himself or herself (a portrait) ,

In a place where human is, no more than strings for others to play,

In a place where the sunsets are easily falsified,

Thanks to corruptions there was a ditch in the parking lot,


Next to the water turned swamp, acting as a mirror, was an apple…green and small.

Lonely apple had no relation with the car tire…



The apple sat and sat observant, depressed…

Until a squirrel, possibly …removed it, at a tree trunk, a maple, took a bite, said “Yuk”.


This was the story of the apple in a city where a dog, even in a university remained…


Nothing but a dog, a toy, obedient, in chain…

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I like taking photos and usually do so. The apple said above and the dog are parts of my photos as are the photos of the ditch acting like a mirror with beautiful and clear reflections but this site is unable to take the photos, which make the whole thing meaningful.

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