It's like a life never had a chance to see the light because it was consumed. Maybe that's true to a point for some people, too? Loved the poem! :)

Woo.
This poem makes little sense to me, but I've never been good at interpreting words or finding meaning in something. The most advanced of poetry I can decipher is "the fat rat ran under the hat but got eaten by a cat."
The puzzle was rather clever, especially the little puzzle that I didn't get. I think I remember hearing that cyanide was in apples once.
As a whole, the poem was good, but the word 'yuletide' just seems out of place. Makes me think of Santa Claus and reindeer instead of poisonous apples and metaphors and similies and all that grammatical goodness. But it's still good. And it beats the socks off of poems about the Northwest Territories.

Interesting poem.

I like it, I like it a lot.
The idea of it is excellent and the tone if perfect.
The last line is really good too.
Rock on! xx

Hm...I dunno whether or not to call this a pessimistic or optimistic poem. It seems so easy to say that there's an overall negative feeling about this speaker's tale, judging by the last line which depicts eternal waste. Yet the speaker seems to be listing off all the presumed fates of an apple seed from the get-go of the first stanza, as if there're many worse fates that the apple seed is avoiding.

And...wait...hahahahahahahaha.
;P
I'd go with arsenic, but...well...you know.

Good work. ;P

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