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Reverence To The Weep

I hold the seed
soft leather bound
It’s pages reach
hungering, longing
Branches touch mind
piercing neglected knowledge
The bark scrapes residue
hypnotizing in stain
Freeing my stasis
altering my perception
I realize its sacrifice

Author notes

An ode to the trees that are cut to have the paper that we read and write on.

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  • malmadre gold member
    May 27, 2008

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    You chose some meaningful words that are so apt for the image...well done and very touching. We take for granted what a gift we have from trees and seldom consider the length of time they give to make a book. Congratulations on the bronze!


  • lindaburns gold member
    May 26, 2008
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    We must never forget the few who sacrifice themselves for the rest of us.
    .......................
    I would have you live, my friend,
    but since you choose to die,
    long may your sacrifice be sung
    by the poets you held high.
    ..........................


  • fortyninereasons gold member
    May 25, 2008

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    An amazing piece of poetry. I enjoyed reading your words. It is such a shame that trees do have to be cut so that we may have the luxury of paper. Juls


  • RedwingSpirit silver member
    May 17, 2008

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    Gypsie Ink

    Excellent write. Poor trees do make a big sacrifice don't they. We need trees to breath fresh air. Good luck with your poem

  • imahealer
    May 14, 2008
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    My goodness. How could I possibly have forgotten your clappies! Here we go!

  • imahealer
    May 14, 2008

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    This is a very touching poem and ode to the sacrifice the trees make for us. That's why I always plant a tree on Arbor day! "freeing my stasis" thank God I'm a massage therapist and didn't have to find the definition. It was the perfect word. No other could possibly have been better. Your metaphors are excellent. Imagery divine. Needless to say, I loved this poem!
    Thank you so much for your amazing entry. Best wishes.

    Shana


  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    May 13, 2008
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    excellent~

    Wonderful imagery you have in this poem
    Love how you said branches touch the mind...
    Piercing neglected knowledge...
    Best of luck in the contest & nice to meet you
    I entered this one too
    Hope you come give mine a read as well
    Hugs
    Susan~~~

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