I
am
the swaying tree;
naked branches and frozen exterior
Thus
I can never molt
Ever
Sometimes at day break you
sit near the window
I nearly freeze to death,
These limbs, I whip around so frantically
Hoping to cause commotion.
And today it was bitter cold out-
The wind was brutal,
Weaving through these arms,
Singing such a haunting melody.
We Meet
Your blood, so warm
(I've felt warmth for the first time this season)
The bark thawed
And you are now greeted by plentiful buds
An alluring aroma;
A signature for that of an addiction.
The warmth of your blood
would be my last conviction.
Dependent
was
I
The frost
now unveiling these buds;
fragile,
Now breaking.
You're engulfed in flames-
Your skin begins peeling
But all I feel is
A coldness awakening.
So close
So
Far
The smoke starts the choking,
And soon you cease breathing,
You die in the white grass,
Red glow in your chest,
The cold draft picks up,
A swaying tree is all that's left.
Author notes
No one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If Mankind perished utterly
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
I wrote this strictly for a contest. I was just experimenting, personally I don't like this piece..but I figured the hell with what I think. This write is ALL symbolism, otherwise a boy couldn't catch a tree on fire with his heart. That would be most excellent if he could though.
Written July 21st, 2005
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Well done. I love your work.
Amber aka midnight eyes -
Very nice i loved it 100% your a great poet!!!!
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WOW! THis one is increadible! The imagery is unbelievable. Love your stuff!!! Keep it up darlin.
Nate -
wow.
this was fantastic.
AND IT'S ABOUT FREAKIN TIME YOU WROTE SOMETHING NEW!!!!
i wish i could catch branson on fire... but that's another story for another time.
beautiful metaphor, though i doubt many will notice it.
love,
your darling Meg -
Great Write
I often wonder the same thing was it a forest fire? I don't know but it sure was a great write. I like how you brought forth a type of personification with the tree. Here is the most sincere yet serious line of all to me, "Somedays at daybreak you sit near the window. I nearly freeze the death, these limbs I whip around so frantically hoping to cause emotion." Damn thats cold! Again Great Write the Violent Type! -
Excellent
This is very good, beautiful, well written and excllent strucutre.
Very individual. -
is this an image of a forest fire, or a tree on a front lawn watching the house burn down in the middle of winter?
I liked the stanza "And today it was bitter cold out-
The wind was brutal,
Weaving through these arms,
Singing such a haunting melody.
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Very beautiful, I love you imagary and the flow of this poem, it was dark and beautiful all at the same. Very profound and deep A+!
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