~ Forbidden Fruit ~

~ Forbidden Fruit ~

Growing on a deep-seated tree named ‘Scarlet Follies’ …

Suspended between the two branches,

A swag, torn n’ shabby,

Hindering, prohibiting to what?

Weary ghost of a pale past,

Lips those of a faded rose,

Reclining on a stone-carved cold pew,

Erstwhile flesh and bone, and now?

Just a recurring,

Presumptuously afresh thought,

About to lend a jaded jacketed soul,

To what is coming,

Abstract, obscure,

Even unknown to the radical bones …

Future? Aye! Aye!

They call it future,

Puttering,

Whistling, strolling, wasting,

With an age old leafless twig in hand,

On the same worn-out trail …

Raison d'être?

A lifeless existence, never prefixed by a reason, any cause …

Greatest fools would those be,

Too timid … to challenge what is,

Looking beyond what ought to be,

Into the colossal uncertainties of bequeathed facts …

That place is addressed as …

Illumination … a revelation …

An enlightened sight … a ruby precious life!