Whose up-most reaches oft flow forth in parabolic stride
Paying witness to the sun above and
To the skipping murmur of the wind
Bringing brilliance from the golden disc
To mix sheen with the earthen tones
Of the solid ground below?
A stable stream exudes itself
In running from each orifice mouth
And clinging only to a modest breath,
In reminiscence of the branch
That leaves it’s all perfected absence
In a hollow twixt two other boughs.
Whose broadest and most subtle limbs
Have weathered both through thick and thin
And are not fleshed and rough as meets the eye
But young and smooth as gilded drops
That break their grave and heavy fall
With a green and lasting sigh
In heat I find myself beneath you in the cool shade of your sloping breast
Eyes fixed up-on the blue above
And trained to close into a dream,
Caught in rolling rhythm sweeping through
Your leafy crown and flexing tendril roots
That dig beneath the solid ground.
Author notes
Written for a tree and for a person. Its a very subtle double meaning.
Comments
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Trees...wow thats something most people dont write about.. But it was a breath of fresh air.. hehe bad humor I know!! I found the imagery was amazing, I think is such a brilliant piece of penning! I cant really say what stood out for me but trust me on this one.. This was such a sweet candy for the images that came to mind when reading, and yet at the same time it was so simply beauitful!!
~*Cristy*~ -
This was good. You truly captured something great here. And who wouldn't love trees?
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Ahh, I was so happy to read this was about a tree! I love trees. I loved this line: "To the skipping murmur of the wind." Lines 10-18 were brilliant as well! This was one of the most beautiful poems I've read on AP in a while, and I'm not just saying that to be polite. This was a perfect combination of imagery, and simplicity. Exquisite work!!
All the best!!
KP
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