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Saturday, June 6, 2015

Apple Heart

A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Emily Dickinson
 
I'll never tell you what I really wanted.
I'd rather chamber that thought and give it head, and if there are
hookers in Heaven, why then I'll have a job.
 
Keep mystifying doctors, dear,
with your apple heart--
red on the outside,
bloodless on the inside,
 
a sucker bet I lost but lived to tell.
_____
 
a 55 for Kerry at Real Toads.
 
 
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18 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviJune 6, 2015 at 8:06 PM

    with your apple heart--
    red on the outside,
    bloodless on the inside,

    That was pretty deep! An excellent write :D
    xoxo

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJune 6, 2015 at 9:32 PM

    That apple heart.........there is a feeling in this poem akin to taking a bite of something that should be sweet but tastes like vinegar. This poem has bite. Wowzers!

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  3. Sioux RoslawskiJune 6, 2015 at 9:42 PM

    Perfect quote to begin with.

    What a searing poem. Crafted with an artist's touch, as usual.

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  4. Maude LynnJune 6, 2015 at 9:48 PM

    Damn it. I can't think of a single scripture to quote!

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  5. OutlawyerJune 6, 2015 at 10:06 PM

    A poem to some kind of Eve by someone with knowledge. Thanks. k.

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  6. AnonymousJune 6, 2015 at 10:45 PM

    You are so badass, Cat Angel.

    "I'd rather chamber that thought and give it head" This is the bees' knees.

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  7. CloudiaJune 6, 2015 at 11:45 PM

    Perfect summation, Sis!








    ALOHA from Honolulu,
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^=

    (\__/)
    (='.'=)
    (")_(")

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  8. brudbergJune 7, 2015 at 2:21 AM

    I wonder if it's only by the surface we're getting admittance. I guess the winners in the race to heaven will be as emotional as Botox.

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  9. Kerry O'ConnorJune 7, 2015 at 4:45 AM

    Ouch! 55 words and every one a stinger.

    ;-)

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  10. BlogorattiJune 7, 2015 at 7:41 AM

    Heart warming read.

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  11. hedgewitchJune 7, 2015 at 8:05 AM

    The challenging thing about 55's(for those of us who are prone to writing longer, anyway) is finding the right word, just the right fit, because every word has to count a bit more, slap a bit harder, than when you can build impressions with a flurry of them. Here the one that got my attention was 'bloodless.' That word choice informs and illuminates the whole poem, and makes it shine cold as a diamond--I have known a lot of apple hearts, and they are not a good meal to try to subsist on.

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  12. JinksyJune 7, 2015 at 11:35 AM

    I think being limited to 55 words, condensed the hurt carried within them...

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  13. XJune 7, 2015 at 12:34 PM

    Ah. We have to be careful who we choose to trust, what we see is not always the reality. And even once we have taken a bite of that apple heart, we don't always realize the hollowness that is underneath. Interesting link as well to the creation story of the apple and temptation.

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  14. HannahJune 7, 2015 at 6:48 PM

    So many catch-y lines in here, Shay...brilliant!

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  15. ZQJune 7, 2015 at 7:49 PM

    Whoa! Good one... sharp and witty :-)
    ZQ

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  16. DarylJune 8, 2015 at 10:48 AM

    ouch ...

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  17. RommyJune 8, 2015 at 5:38 PM

    That phrase "apple heart" has such a dark fairy tale quality to it. Wonderful.

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  18. grapelingJune 8, 2015 at 5:38 PM

    no one says it like you, Shay ~

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