Meditation

Ronald Bunch 1982 (Grand Rapids)



I picked an apple,
It tasted fresh,
So divine.

The melodies transform
And I can reform,
The green apple in my belly.

The sound of my chewing mouth,
Now swallowing.

My fresh apple breath
Stays as I stand.

The orchard farm now enlightens me.

My mind is clear just
As the trees grow straight.

I can feel the nice
Cool breeze in summer.

I feel tremendous relief
As I walk around the
Apple trees.

In meditation I can
Feel the contemplation.

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Submitted by RonaldBunch on March 11, 2024

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Scheme XXX AAB XX XX B XX XX XXX XX
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 444
Words 101
Stanzas 9
Stanza Lengths 3, 3, 2, 2, 1, 2, 2, 3, 2

Ronald Bunch

Ronald Bunch is a dedicated and passionate writer with a deep love for the art of poetry, science fiction, and fantasy. His commitment to his Catholic faith and his work is inspiring. His interests include writing, reading, social media, weight lifting, and riding an exercise bike. He enjoys reading a wide range of genres, including poetry, fantasy, science fiction, Catholic books, writer/author biographies, writing tips, self-help, and fiction. Ronald’s life and work are deeply influenced by his religion, his love for writing, and his dedication to his craft. His journey as a self-published author who writes six days a week, copywrites, drafts, edits, and advertises his own work is commendable. His personal life, including his volunteer work at Kids Food Basket, his devotion to God, and his love for pizza and cats, adds a unique touch to his identity as a writer. His upbringing in Catholic schools and his birthplace, Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA, in 1982, have also shaped who he is today. more…

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  • susan.brumel
    Descriptive. Interesting. I could taste the fresh, green apple.
    LikeReply29 days ago

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