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Return To Eden
Return To Eden.
Eve went into the garden
Took fruit from the choicest tree
The apple cried its juices
And salted tears for me.
They cried of a naked discovery
They clothed theIr beauty with shame
Pointed their fingers like daggers
Stabbing the air with Blame.
Birds that once sang so sweetly
Went hoarse, as they searched for the note
And the serpents sweet venom boiled hissing
Like a satire scribed by a poet.
Adam discovered the apple
Eve was seduced by it’s ban
But they sampled the fruit together
Then naked in shame they ran
Banished from the garden of Eden
To a Banality where all was the same
Where Love was soon forgotten
And hatred was fueled with blame
Sons were born in the jungle
Pain wracked her body and nerve
Born to the darkest beginnings
To a sentence their parents were served.
We are the children of Eve
We are empty hungry and cold
Loveless lifeless and searching
For the apples temptation had sold
If we planted the seed of the apple
If they kept not discarded the core
We would watch the apple tree blossom
and would harvest the apples no more
Peace would rain from the heavens
Desserts would colour in bloom
Guns would again be silenced
No man would preach of doom
Children would never be crying
Disease would be a thing of the past
And death, like acts of contrition
In museums they all would be cast
Legends would tell of explosions
Of men who murdered and maimed
And children wide eyed with wonder
Would not understand what temptation had flamed.
We can still plant a garden in Eden
In hearths that are lonely and cold
In minds that pry for distruction
In sheep that have strayed from the fold
In the weak the sick and the hungry
Those thirsty for friendship and care
It only takes a moment to listen
but have we that moment to spare.
By Tim Buckley
Comments
We can still plant a garden in Eden
In hearths that are lonely and cold
In minds that pry for distruction
In sheep that have strayed from the fold
tim .. what an amazing work here
Thank you so much i have until last week never let my poems out of the cupboard so its great to feel that they can mean something to others
this is so beautifully written, such a pleasure to read, well done you and wow !
Thk you
– timbuckley
fabulous writing…..and yes it would go well w/“blame it on the apple”!
Thks for reading must go eat an apple bye
– timbuckley
LOL
Awesome Tim, beautifully written, much value in your words, and will
make a difference to many with their meaning.
I’ll be catching up soon on reading more of your work..
thanks so much Del love your writing
– timbuckley
Love, love, love this one! :D
My oh my!!! This is so very beautifully written and I needed to read it again to grasp the many meanings. The guilt of Eve is carried by every woman, whether religeous or pagan. Sad but true. We carry the guilt of our loved ones on our shoulders as if we could have some how changed destiny. How interesting that the symbplic meaning of the apple has sparked so many meanings, AND stories over eternity. “Apple of one’s eye.” Originally meaning the central aperture of the eye. Figuratively it is something, or more usually someone, cherished above all others. Also, the Apple is the symbol of the divine and the apple trees are symbolic of wisdom and guidance. The story of Johnny Appleseed who traveled across the country planting apple seeds so the trees would provide food and no one would go hungry. Apple pie… oh my goodness. Such a delight to taste especially warm and juicy with a slice of cheddar cheese. Yum! My mouth waters at the memory. Or think of ‘an apple a day keeps the Dr away.’ I live by that one and always have apples in my kitchen. Tim, as always you spark my imagination and such a wonderful way to start my day Thank you!
thank you Marjorie glad I spark your imagination thank you for the wonderful apple stories
– timbuckley
Tim, I just saw this wonderful poem. How’s this for timing? I am working on art that has this theme. I will post it soon. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this, especially the first 8 lines.
thank you very much look forward to that
– timbuckley
I love the scope of this, from the Fall to their consequences rippling out to the world’s consequences, back to the garden again. Love how you start with one act of choice that is so destructive and end with another act of choice that is so fruitful. Loving kindness is never wasted is it?