It is the taste of a fond memory that is sweeter than any dream
Under the crust of time's raising rust gold increases its glowing sheen
Avarice grows in dust filling of corrosion that enhances its desire
Cold hands warmed by fanned flames of an oven's fantom fire
Flecks that shine through murky mud, hard pips of greed
It is from the illusion of a recollection that falls the forbidden seed
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Thank you SB. I read a bit that Adam and Eve chose the forbidden fruit, with seed in it, of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, rather than choosing God, and choosing not to obey Him. They did the one thing they were told not to do.
But they didn't eat the seeds surely. Not if it was an apple tree. Don't apple seeds contain cyanide?
I won't go as far as giving KP apple pie with the seeds included! heehee.
Thanks Orchi for the information on the seeds. I had heard that years ago but had forgotten. They must not have much for I have eaten my share of seeds in the past. Maybe I just didn't chew them. As for that tree in Eden I believe there were two and after the first episode an angel with a sword was placed to guard the other of eternal life for heaven forbid that man should taste that one too, then he would become a god himself being immortal and having knowledge as well. Thanks for the read as well and keep those seeds away from KP and Fido
I think they could eat of the tree of life, but not after they had eaten the tree of knowledge of good and evil. I suspect there were many different types of trees in Eden.
Fido knows 99% of all there is to know, of course - more than I know! lol.
The poem creates a visceral tension between the texture of "murky mud" and the "glowing sheen" of the truth, suggesting that while time corrodes our reality, the warmth of a "phantom fire" offers a deceptive temperature of comfort. This sets the stage for a sharp duality: while a "seed" represents a natural, life-giving potential, the "delicious" sensory temptation transforms that growth into avarice, turning a fond recollection into a "forbidden" and corrosive greed.🕊️🙏🏻
I thank you Cryptic for this deep dive into the poem's meaning. You have awakened a more profound meaning than lies on the surface and tasted the forbidden fruit that lies within. You have given a new aroma to this pie and I thank you most humbly for that my friend.
Much enjoyed and privileged journey 🕊️🙏🏻
the title first made my mouth water & then I was hooked from the off .. I have similar recollections .. so thanks for the ride and the reassurance 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
Thank you so much Neville for the review and comment. Yes Orchi reminded me that those apple seeds contain cyanide and so does some knowledge and poems but I'll take the chance. Good to hear from you my friend
For me this links the joy of memories and the power of greed that we get what we need,albeit forbidden seeds.A lot to think about here.Well done
Thank you so much David for the read and interpretation. Yes it may well be that my friend there is that interplay and I am glad that you saw it. Most perceptive on your part David your words are most appreciated.
I don't know ( which is normal), but it sounds like delusion?
Thank you for the read and comment delusion or not a point of view and each has their own yours is most appreciated
I probably should have elaborated but I'm lazy.
It sounded like you were explaining how a deluded memory could sprout a different outcome?
But what do I know, my wife (and others) think I'm demented!
That is a good interpretation indeed. Our memories are deluded by the erosion of time and the distortions of our desires. I love that view
Redeemed!
No redemption needed all interpretations have merit for the one that holds them and the others open minded enough to see through others eyes. Your view a most splendid one once I could open my eyes to see it.
My friend, reading this stirred that strange feeling when memory turns sweet and dangerous at the same time… the way recollection can nourish something darker beneath the surface. Your imagery captures that tension beautifully. It feels both reflective and quietly unsettling. Well done, Soren!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much My friend it is the fermenting of memory\'s ingredients that make the pie edible or poisonous and how many flies lay eggs in its filling and crust. Those specks that look like gold may be something else.
Most welcome! And 💯 truth!
All of this has the bitter taste of the fruit of the end ...
Cyanide tastes like almonds and antifreeze is sweet. Thanks for the review my friend and may the end be sweet
very good write much enjoyed
Thanks so much Norman for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated
most welcome
One might find some contradictions in this poem, but I find it quite interesting, deep and sincere... as an evidence to everlasting permanent transformation and search of reality and truth
Thank you Cellinic yes I would have to agree contradictions are many in life and truth as well as the poem. I appreciate you read and interpretation
I so needed to read this today!
It is the taste of a fond memory that is sweeter than any dream
I've been home on a flying visit to say goodbye to my darling dad. My absence will be noted for a while my dear sorrenbarret 🌹 such a lovely poem, throughout it all gorgeous memories are what makes the spirits live on.
Thank you so much Teddy for your read and comment it is most deeply appreciated. You grasped the key element in it and that is most gratifying
A lot to ponder on.
Thank you Kevin I do very much appreciate your read and comment.
Those seeds will always grow in our minds soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the review and kind words they are most valued my friend
The forbidden sweets are always more tempting and yet so corrosive; but yes dons memories are sweet indeed
Enjoyed the message
Thank you so much for the review and kind words of support they are deeply valued
You are most and always welcome 🙏🏼
Great work.
Your read and comment are most appreciated
I just read your poem - DELICIOUS SEED. I like the mystic wrapped in a choice of words and metaphors you used, as the fine artisan creates the pot to hide unusual experiences. Thanks for sharing
Thank you so much for the review and kind words of support they are deeply valued and important to me
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