I want to describe an apple as red, and juicy,
And not think about the connotation of the apple,
The seeds inside or the tree from which it fell.
I don't want to care about the value of its entropy,
or Original Sin.
I want to enjoy the apple without syntax.
...some thoughts that come to my mind..
It brings to mind the loss of innocence I have with the world.
After my first contact with people, fruit, "inanimate" objects,
I have knowledge and I create meanings and devices to get what I want.
For childhood innocence is lost.
The only way I know how to experience something fresh, be as it may, in a fractured way
is through presence or being in the moment.
Your poem is very interesting,
Thanks for sharing, I hope the apple sauce tasted good
with best wishes
thanks cordelia
that is exactly what i was trying to express, i think. the loss of innocence that comes with knowledge. sometimes i feel like i can never know enough about the world to satisfy myself, then sometimes i wish i could forget everything i know and just enjoy it, sensually and all, without having to think about why or where it's going or where it came from.
do you write poetry often? If you do I hope you keep some of it and try to publish it...