Apple Blossoms

Apple Blossoms

I knew before I even left that place that I would return

again one day of many to see the waters flow

and hear more clearly that voice in the trees

soft laughter as shadows coalesced

and the apple blossoms spilled out their soul to the air

Only an open gate between two halves of the world—

on one side something like paradise

on the other a mirror image cry for help

pulling at flesh as the reflection distorts

and the highway rushes uncaring past

this, the smallest corner of existence

where quiet pleas are tattooed on the walls in blood—

the crying out of a voiceless shadow

begging to see the apple blossoms one last time

Have you ever felt yourself drawn to a location for a reason you couldn’t quite understand?

Photo by Dominika Roseclay from Pexels

10 responses to “Apple Blossoms”

  1. Have you ever felt yourself drawn to a location for a reason you couldn’t quite understand?
    Yes. Always. And I like to think about it as ‘The heart has its reasons which Reason knows nothing of’, and the point for me is to not my heart further questions, for I believe that the Heart knows. And, beautiful poem of yours.

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  2. There’s actually a place that I make a point of travelling through quite regularity now because the first time I saw it I felt a strong sense of “home”. A back road in the middle of northern Saskatchewan, no buildings, just trees and a small dirt road. A twisting path through the woods. Strange how things are familiar when there seems to be no rational reason.

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