I stumbled upon an apple
not yet ripe, but big.
The potential was grand:
so: buy it, I did.
Soon I dreamt of the apple,
in my mindscape it lived.
Oh, how i wanted to bite it:
in the possibilities, I writhed.
I imagined the taste,
then, the feeling solicited.
From the plate, to the table
an eternity together—witted.
But I never did eat that apple,
though it grew shiny and red.
Its skin was pompous:
not a scratch on its head.
Yet it sat on my table,
isolated and still.
In my mind, I longed to eat it;
a wish unfulfilled.
Now unreddened was the apple,
though once so ripe and so grand.
Indolence allowed it to sour
and so it wasted away instead.
Author’s Note:
“Appleseed” was inspired by the idea of wasted potential. I feel that most people (myself included) have goals they swear they’ll one day commit to achieving, yet often never do. I wanted to capture this feeling and highlight it—hopefully inspiring others to stop procrastinating and to start working on their longtime goals. It’s never too late!
Oli Moore | 17 | Fayetteville, GA | @sir.kasti on Instagram
