by their fruit

 

"by their fruit"

 


trees
by their yield
are known

 

but i -

my sap is sealed
my root is dry

 

a muted weight descends

 

listening
(to the sepulchre)
with stranded attention

 

death
too
can be sweet

 

in the dying breeze
thereafter, leaves fall
silent

 

 

 

 

 

.





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Written on 2026-07-07 at 12:23

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I actually found myself disturbed in the reading of this poem. I can't put my finger on, why? No doubt something in my subconscious. It is nevertheless a powerful piece of poetry, and I'm sure can be read in many ways. Blessings, Allen
2026-07-07


Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
like Adam and Eve
how were they known ?
by their sin, by their fruit ?

a sinfruit
2026-07-07