State of body, State of mind

This fall has brought abundance

To land on the ground

A craft come to settle

In a bounty promised land.

 

Upon examination,

Peeling below the skin,

All is not quite what it seems

Under the rosy green.

 

Holes open up tunnels

Prospectors come for gold,

Ambrosia turns to mustard

In unforgiving mould.

 

As we delve into the caverns

Legs crawl along the blade

Feet forever marching

Searching something, someone made.

 

Seeds lay hidden in the core

Young yet still to grow;

Cocooned in their happy wombs

Terrified to tread outdoor.

 

Those fit, gather up the harvest

Think only of the gain:

For Ours is to prosper,

Only each other to blame.

 

For humorous poems try:

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/23/gremlins/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/embellishing-conversant/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2018/05/15/the-problem-with-younger-siblings-is/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/beware-of-the-mega-bite/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/08/love-in-the-music-duet-poem/

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/broken/

 

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