The vines and lianes
Curl the carapace of trees
Morphing soot landscapes
Which we have placed there in spite
Of greater beauty surpassed.
Remorse I offer;
Such roots should not be forsworn
And we have pulled up
That which stays hands of the sane,
Which pulls water from abyss.
Leaves transpire air
The intrigue of which pass through
Fey swirling currents
Of our cells, love accreted
In an act of synthesis.
A contest entry
- Romance with Nature (Triple Tanka's) by InBetweenThoughts.
750 points, ended April 12, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your entry...my apologies for the delays in judging..best wishes, Ken IBT
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Thank you!
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