Picture Of The Apple Tree
© Surazeus
2018 11 08
After assembling large puzzle that shows
quaint stone house in the country by the river
where horses graze peacefully among trees,
the boy sweeps his hand across the round table
which scatters small pieces on the wood floor,
then laughs and walks outside to busy street.
Sitting alone on the apartment stoop,
the boy watches crowds of people walk past
in sync with cars gliding through traffic lights,
all under rows of tall apartment buildings
overshadowed by giant office towers
with glass windows that shimmer in sunlight.
"What role do I play in this social game
where everyone follows daily routine
to eat and learn and work and shop and play,
in constant round of this meaningless life
where we are born, wander lost in confusion,
then fall dead, just another nameless fool?"
Opening notebook on his lap, the boy
draws picture of the sprawling apple tree
that grows on the hill by the swirling sea,
and laughs that he always draws fantasy
of where he wants to be in paradise
rather than real world of towers and machines.
"Like John Keats in poetry about beauty
I create visions about what I want,
designing metaphors to represent
intense emotions about ideal beauty,
rather than depicting just what I see,
for I want to feel true essence of being."
Tearing out picture of the apple tree,
the boy folds it into paper airplane
then launches it to glide on flowing breeze
so his vision of the perfect ideal life
glides along streets of the vast city maze
till it lands on windowsill by the girl.
Looking up from textbook on algebra,
the girl unfolds the paper angel plane
and stares at the apple tree on the hill
till she can see the strange face of the boy
she hopes to meet some day and grow in love,
sitting together by the sparkling sea.
Observing the girl looking at his picture,
the boy runs into the street toward her eyes,
but the delivery truck with large thick tires
crushes his body into splintered bones,
and his spirit vanishes in mute wind
as the girl calculates meaning of life.
© Surazeus
2018 11 08
After assembling large puzzle that shows
quaint stone house in the country by the river
where horses graze peacefully among trees,
the boy sweeps his hand across the round table
which scatters small pieces on the wood floor,
then laughs and walks outside to busy street.
Sitting alone on the apartment stoop,
the boy watches crowds of people walk past
in sync with cars gliding through traffic lights,
all under rows of tall apartment buildings
overshadowed by giant office towers
with glass windows that shimmer in sunlight.
"What role do I play in this social game
where everyone follows daily routine
to eat and learn and work and shop and play,
in constant round of this meaningless life
where we are born, wander lost in confusion,
then fall dead, just another nameless fool?"
Opening notebook on his lap, the boy
draws picture of the sprawling apple tree
that grows on the hill by the swirling sea,
and laughs that he always draws fantasy
of where he wants to be in paradise
rather than real world of towers and machines.
"Like John Keats in poetry about beauty
I create visions about what I want,
designing metaphors to represent
intense emotions about ideal beauty,
rather than depicting just what I see,
for I want to feel true essence of being."
Tearing out picture of the apple tree,
the boy folds it into paper airplane
then launches it to glide on flowing breeze
so his vision of the perfect ideal life
glides along streets of the vast city maze
till it lands on windowsill by the girl.
Looking up from textbook on algebra,
the girl unfolds the paper angel plane
and stares at the apple tree on the hill
till she can see the strange face of the boy
she hopes to meet some day and grow in love,
sitting together by the sparkling sea.
Observing the girl looking at his picture,
the boy runs into the street toward her eyes,
but the delivery truck with large thick tires
crushes his body into splintered bones,
and his spirit vanishes in mute wind
as the girl calculates meaning of life.
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