Seems life comes at me
standing, an aging tree
in gifts of rain, sun
tiring not of creation
deep roots cling to feelings
of unfinished greenings
let the woodsman a witness be
by his calloused hands so weary
many breaths and rings of joy
Author notes
Prompt: a moment to breathe
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie Brunch 10/20/40 by poet2angels.
475 points, ended July 17, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wonderful I love the natural
element it works as metaphor for so many different aspects of life... a beautiful work... a lovely, mellow flow, sharp imagery!
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very sad. good job. congrats!
blu
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Very nice!
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Nice write. Good luck.
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sigh~
I have become so fond of your words and have learned to recognize you...This is touching, soft and a breath of nature's longing...Beautiful!
Lynda
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i love this, wonderful weaving of nature and life
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your prompt is:
"A Moment To Breathe"
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