Orange Peel and Apple Pips (June 2008)
Orange Peel and Apple Pips
There must be more to life than this:
a winter wind and withered kiss
upon these frozen, sun-parched lips;
just orange peel and apple pips.
We're living on remains of death
with bottle caps, recycled breath,
and feeble rays of advent light
illuminate brash Beauty's blight.
There's less to love than fragile Rose
who blooms in seldom summer prose.
We're nothing more than drops and blips;
just orange peel and apple pips.
Heather
Mon 19th Jul 2010 23:53
Thanks guys! I'll take another look at that third stanza and see what I can do with it, maybe a little tweaking here and there :)
Cynthia: Well it's always open to interpretation and you seem pretty spot on so far XD