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Apples Falling

Apples Falling

I had asked the sky beyond the clouds
To never take away this moment-
My creative spirit has been longing for release-
Sweet apples are falling from the sky,
Falling and falling until they hit the ground-
Shattering into trillions of pieces.

In this moment, my anger is spiraling out of control-
I try to capture this blessed moment-
Apples, being the fruit of immortality,
My vital release from fear.

I sit upon my rocking chair peering through a crack in the wall-
Rhythmically I swing back and forth,
Then forward once again.
Magical moments… such strange but precious fruits-
Falling with the rain.

I scream- “Do not snatch away this moment”- I pray.
This moment could just vanish in the wind-
I weep tears as would a silent waterfall,
So fearful of losing this magical moment-
This moment of freedom from fear.
I am the only person alive on this planet.

I capture a lone apple- this last one that falls from the sky.
I make a wish as I would wish upon a star.
I recall bittersweet moments when the lights went out-
Now everything is mystical. The sky is barren now.
I see apples in pieces like shattered glass upon the pavement.
I hear angels screaming- is this truly what life is all about?

My arms reach upwards towards the sky at dusk.
I am immortal touched by the moon in hiding-
Such a miracle- outer space, the stars, the sun, the planets?

When the sun rises, I shall be set free
And no one can rob me of that freedom.
Life is amazing when moments are misunderstood-
Life is beautiful because of what we do not,
Or shall never understand….

Claudia Krizay

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Submitted by claudiakrizay on September 15, 2021

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Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 1,554
Words 288
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 6, 4, 5, 6, 6, 3, 5

Claudia Krizay

I am a 65 year old woman living with schizophrenia. My poetry is an expression of my inner self and my way of coping with difficult times and enjoying good times through my writing and artwork I have found a place for myself in this world. more…

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