The Fruit

There it hangs, sexily,
On that stupid tree.
The Tree of Knowledge,
Or something…

The Fruit. Forbidden.
So He says.

See how it shines,
In the light of Eden!
Radiating, throbbing,
Pulsating, succulence.
How it calls to me.
Beckons and lures.
It wants to be,
Inside me!

Oh, the pain….
Of wanting it.
Almost unbearable.

And I so so so so want it!

Yeah, right.

(I wrote this piece for poetry picnic. This week’s theme is Adam and Eve.)

The Sadness Worm (v.1)

I came across this the other day when I was going through some old Word documents on my computer’s hard drive. There was a mysterious file named “Poetry,” which contained, among other things, the original free-verse version of “The Sadness Worm,” which I thought had been lost forever. 

The green worm that lives in sadness,
Wants to find a human heart.

For it craves the taste of it the most.
So very bitter the taste of sadness is.

And no wonder.
The bitterness is the worm you taste.

Its bitterness is the poison of sadness.
The sadness worm is made of it.

A parasite that lodges in your heart,
Eating and eating it all away.

Each time you swallow bitterness,
You swallow the sadness worm.

It eats and eats and eats your heart,
Until it is all gone.

And only a lump of sadness remains.