By Seth Kronick
“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
“We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.”
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eden took a trip, and
I never saw her again. I
lost her in the fall. She’s
okay, I dream she’s okay.
I never got the chance to
warn her about sin and its
affects on the world. That’s
what happens when you eat
strange fruit, you start
seeing things you’ve never
seen before.
Before you know it, there
will be weeds growing,
choking your beautiful
flowers; there will be cute
animals devoured by fierce
creatures; the light of
God will leave you in the
dark because of me.
If Jesus hadn’t cursed the fig
tree, O Eden, I would have
hid among its leaves.
Seth Kronick is a poet and journalist from Southern California. He currently writes for TrillMag! as a Creative Writing student at CSU, Long Beach. He is also a member of the Haiku Society of America.
Seth's poetry has appeared in journals such as Trash Panda, Frogpond, Poetry Pea, Vita Brevis Press Anthologies: "Brought to Sight and Swept Away" and "Nothing Divine Dies", as well as Papers Publishing among other publications.
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