The branches are stiff with resentment,
but Spanish moss weeps greenly
from the tips of spiny fingerlings
reaching for burgeoning soil
that springs from newly thawed sponge.
I lift my arms out and grapple with emptiness
of blue sky that has no dancing leaves
to fill those spaces that were left
open like a cold blue belly
exposed to an almost dying.
We are reborn, one brother, one sister,
at a time. The tree knows our name
and secrets of our parentage. Who knows
what wild winds carried what debris
away over these years of abandonment?
I move to the trunk and find a small nubbin,
raging purple in its anguished birthing.
We are of one tree, sap rising hidden
in a mother with no language left
to tell us secrets of our past seasons,
nor can she comprehend our anger
at having to gather strength on our own.
Author notes
finding ways to become family after 59 years of being alone
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A contest entry
- Imagination by burdened.
600 points, ended April 30, 2007, 29 entries
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Wow, this is a beautiful write, and very touching. It moved me, and thankyou for sharing this. I can see the vivid imagery, and the tree of life, reaching out to give comfort to those in need. Take care and smile XxXxX
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ty for your kind comments. May we all be trees. *smile*
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Wow you certainly have transformed emptiness in powerful intensity, an excellent write somehow the second stanza cries loud to me.
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ty star whispers. I appreciate yoru comments...as writers, it helps us get a snese of how it affects others..or not.
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A very powerful poem Carol . . . I pray that you all are finding your way back to the green breast of mother Earth and that all is well.
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ty marc...it is good to see you... We got our trailer today and will be tryign it out and then setting off in a little over a month, for the coast again. This time, we will be there for a month or so...
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