Apple

Do you know that feeling when you are swimming and suddenly in the middle of a pool unexpectedly your body forgets how to move to make you swim? You know what you have to do to swim. And you count on your body thinking that it will be doing the same movements. Well known. The same movements it used to do. But in that one moment you don't know how.

Life is so simple. You eat, bath, go to sleep. And you will keep existing even if you don't want to. You can say it is mechanical. You can say it is normal. Sometimes I feel like I am walking but if I fall my legs will still be moving like they didn't know that I am lying on the ground. Here is an apple.

She passed an apple to a man

But he refused to taste it

What happened next?

A story which never took place.

Who is she?

She is not a woman

She is not a man

She is like a wild orchid

question without an answer

water without a well

rice field without a sower

sunrise without a sun

cage without a bird

footprints without a beginning

guest who never shows up

She is a free spirit

a story which never took place.

~Pola Chérie Apple~

Pola Chérie Poems 2011 @ All rights reserved

Vogue Paris February 2005, M: Natalia Vodianova, P: Mikael Jansson; Muse #23, M: Eniko Mihalik P: Maciek Kobielski; Shu Pei for ROUGE Winter 2010 by Derek Kettela, Production by Antoine Neufmars, Art Direction and Styling by Alex Slavycz; C: fashiongonerogue.com, fashioncopious.typepad.com