Thursday, October 31, 2013

Imagist Poem #14

On a Path of Peace

The cardinal red apples trussed o'er thick branches
            raptured ghost, of a lost war.

2 comments:

  1. While I can't know the situation of the poem, it's certainly rich in music and imagery. Is even the title a metaphor, or is it a real place? I like the idea an apple being a suvivor of a season...a hanger-on, but I suspect this is even deeper than that.

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  2. AH yes, and that is why you are the teacher. It does have a much deeper meaning. I was refering to the "Indian Wars" of old, a lost war, yet still surviving.

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