This semi-fictitious character likes a “Blue Apple.” What you don’t know is the apple he likes is from a poem titled “Blue Apple.” And before your attention meter expires, allow me to comment on the poem. (Odd, no? To comment about a poem before an imaginary reader has read it).
“Blue Apple” is four line poem that keeps returning even though I wrote the first version around 1998. It is now more concise to accommodate our modern dilemma…an increasingly shorted span of attention. We’ve become a palm gazing society. We’re staring into the blue light of some electronic device of our own choosing. This could be our demise, our undoing. (And look at me…feeding right into it).
OK, your attention is drifting. Proceed to the poem. There is no pop quiz. But if you comment about the poem on this blog you’ll receive an imaginary “A” on your curiosity report card.
Look out for the day
all artists stay in bed
when the sky is only blue
and all apples must be, red.