© RH Peat 2/1/2011 9:30 am
form: 6 tercets & monostich/ 19 lines/ free-verse
Metaphor: at the center of our
struggles we find ourselves
Apricot Reflection
Apricot Reflection.
Oh yes, the mirrored face without the mirror.
This is good inside any glinting eye. The two
sides of the flipped coin revolve mid-air.
Either side may land upon the ground.
Yet within wonder; who creates the horizon?
Do we choose our walk through darker woods?
Where we place our footsteps the hands will
follow. Where we choose to stand creates our
laughter or our sorrow. We are the keepers of the
the floodgates , if we admit to it or not: the pit
is always found at the center of the apricot.
The coin still turns within the air when we place
our bets upon the table. When the coin lands
we pay the boatman’s price to ride the boat.
It isn’t as random as we think, at all. We turn
a single knob and the door is opened wide.
Pandora is at every turn: a clenched fist or a
charming smile; We’re always within the mirror,
forever held inside the silent flow of glass.
© RH Peat 2/1/2011
the pit is always found at the center of the apricot. so, so true. All of your quotes are great ones. I enjoyed reading very much. nice work.
Awareness of our responsibility for our own lives is a key that some of us find early, some of us later on and some I think never find at all but continue to blame others for not opening the right door. A deep poem, one that a year ago I would not have made my way through ... this apricot is ripe with metaphor(s)!
Right on! We are responsible for ourselves, our happiness. I loved it.
I once had a heart and a brain...then love walked in and separated the two...etc. etc. etc. a different turn at every path...following the madness of .... But I do appreciate the strength and truth of your verse. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing