A Scar Upon Humanity
I
The sky wore an apron of ashes,
hiding the sun’s shame.
The earth, brown and cursed,
groans in pain.
II
Even the wind held its breath
in mourning for what had happened.
Light lost its strength
like a memory too vile to hold.
III
In her hands, she held the bowl,
weighed with grief too raw to bear.
She dropped the bowl; the bitten apple fell—
a scar upon humanity.
IV
Sin bakes the scars,
seared in her seed—
only God
can break sin’s curse.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem emerged from my poetry studies. I was given five words—apron, bowl, bake, brown, and apple—and was instructed not to write about baking or cooking. After much thought, I came up with this version. Enjoy!
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
From those ingredients you baked a rather delicious poetic apple pie. Biblical in nature it runs the course of the expulsion from the garden. Most lovely
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