Sweet Fruit

Whoever reads my diary
Will get an incomplete story
Some confessions I shall not share
Secrets dropped upon the shore
For curious eyes to scrutinize
Unfavorable conclusions may derive
Sweet fruit hangs in this grove
The rotten goes to the grave


W3 Prompt #159: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, li’l ol’ David, prompts us to write a “Pararhyme Paradox” on “a theme of incompleteness, near-misses, or strained connection.”

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #380

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23 thoughts on “Sweet Fruit

  1. I read this as verging on a Japanese Buddhist meditation: a quietly profound reflection on impermanence, withheld truths, and the nature of the self. The fruit, the diary, the confessions not made: all evoke the Zen sense that what is most meaningful often lies in silence, in what is held back, in the spaces between what is said. It’s something I try to achieve in many of my own poems.

    At the same time, there’s a confessional undercurrent – a recognition of what remains unspoken, yet still shapes us. That the poem can sustain both perspectives at once, without tipping into sentiment or overstatement, speaks to real poetic skill.

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