Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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POEMS AND APPLE TREES HAVE A LOT IN COMMON

Prune to keep the center open
to light and air,
cut away anything that does not bear fruit
remove every branch crossing another
and all water shoots
that might appear.

A fruiting branch is always doing
something besides what it’s doing
at the moment. Cut away
this year’s blossom and you’ve killed
next year’s fruit waiting just behind the bud.

At any point step back, consider
any cut you plan to make, reconsider
how the thing will look with one less branch.
Every cut redefines the tree,
the blossom, and the fruit
it will bear next fall.



2 comments:

  1. Well, I tried to post a lovely lyrical appreciative post here about how this is a metaphor for so many things, etc., and the word thing defeated me by giving me a "not in service at this time, try next week" screen, or words to that effect.

    Undeterred, I come at it again.

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  2. This time it worked, and truly, Boud, it's the thought that counts. The pleasure of writing an open-ended poem like this is that anyone can plug in their own interpretation, and sometimes I am truly surprised with what someone else sees in it. Im just glad you liked it. Thank you.

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