Bad Apple
My instincts
screamed at me
but I chose
not to listen
You,
opinionated
and arrogant
Rubbing me
the wrong way
but charming
and smooth
with an
engaging
charm
I turned a blind eye
Telling myself
the positives
outweighed
the negatives
But a bad apple
poisons the barrel
and we died
a slow and painful
death
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Anmol, alias HA, is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with writing
about an apple.
Word Prompt
Smooth - RDP
Image by Bill Kasman from Pixabay
A tale of caution. I love it!
Thank you so much. Yes … beware! 😊
You can nibble nibble nibble the delicious apple but eventually you will hit that worm 😉 The apple as metaphor here is so good, Christine.
.. and that’s when you gag! Thanks Lisa 🥰
LMAO!
Oh! That sucks — the bad apple does spoil everything. Well penned!
Uh oh, you were in the spam box! Thanks Anmol 🙂
This is a powerful message. Follow your instincts. Throw away that bad apple before it makes you sick.
Thanks Darnell. Sometimes it’s easier said than done 😕
How often we go against our instincts and learn difficult lessons! Well written!
Thanks Beverly! I appreciate it ☺️
Best removed, a cautionary tale of masks.
Thanks Paul 🙂💕
i liked Dwight’s reference to a worm inside, so the apple wasn’t bad on it’s own, something foreign made it turn bad. your poem is wonderful Christine, so many facets to it!
Thank you Gina. Yes, a bright shiny red apple but rotten to the core! 😕
you really aced this one Christine!
Good advice to avoid the bad apples.
Yes Frank! Don’t even bother with the bruised ones 🙂
Trouble is you don’t know some of them are until you bite into them! 🤮
Very well done. Love the analogy!
Than you Dwight! It was the first thing that came into my mind so I went with it 🙂
Well done Christine!
Thank you!
So sad when relationships go bad. He probably had a worm in him too!
Oh definitely Dwight! 🙂
Wow! Good one and a message to listen to one’s instincts.
Yes, that’s for sure! 🙂💕
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