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palpable

 

 

 

 

 

we are trees made inside-out

 

 

 

our green holds breath within
while the other kind is held
within each breath- an inversion

of lung scattered through wind
 
each breeze of us hidden,
a secret mile of life
 
where palpable,
all differences fade; all wood
finds doors unmade at centre
and roots are but buried

branches, yet to be.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Nicolette gold member
    August 22, 2008

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    Loved the way the first line stands there, or hangs there like a branch - great opening line, Kate. I love trees in poems....they are in fact poems themselves This is wonderful metaphorical piece of writing and the closing lines are just magical... made me think of Lorca when he said "green, I want you green"! Thank you for this entry.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Malabu
    August 22, 2008

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    and i think of bark...roots...and branches of life
    budding spilling sleeping and these thoughts once again repeat themselves...
    again...you simmer
    mal


  • Joan-of-Arc
    August 20, 2008
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    mm, I just loved this.

    -joan.

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  • Fug-azi
    August 20, 2008

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    I like, even though the section in stanza one;

    "our green holds breath within
    while the other kind is held
    within each breath"

    took a little working out. The rest was just wonderful



  • Rowan gold member
    August 20, 2008
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    I like the idea of roots becoming branches. Very nicely done my friend.


  • Randomly Beautiful
    August 19, 2008
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    You are such a wonderful writer. Love it.


  • Cannonsfire
    August 19, 2008

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    This gives sense that a door needs no opening at all, it's as if you glide right through this...loved it. C


  • girl shaman
    August 19, 2008

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    oh wow! thats beautiful..
    i have not in my life read a poem so serene and just.. about trees! without sounding cheesy id like to say you did awesomly on this and i hope you win. im still really surprised because im not too into nature, and i know this about doors but the fact that you go from where they started was genius! thank you for sharing


  • misselaineous
    August 19, 2008
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  • Cerulean Sunrise gold member
    August 19, 2008

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    This is beautiful, the way you have described it. You get kudos for most original use of a metaphor.

    Love your work.

  • Suzanne Dia
    August 19, 2008
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    oh, and also
    one of the most peaceful pieces of poetry I've read of yours in a while.. I am happy to see that.


  • iverbthenoun
    August 19, 2008

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    omg... trees make me happy i loved it... um yeah just that!

  • Suzanne Dia
    August 19, 2008

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    So this is interesting
    as often when i am lucky enough to be surrounded by trees, i can't help but listen to them, i can't help but notice how they all seem connected, the synchronized sway and sigh that they create en masse..

    and it is never a scary thing
    there is serenity in that
    like this ideal that we haven't quite accomplished

    maybe if we are lucky
    we come back as a tree in an untouched forest
    where we are allowed to exist on sighs..
    peacefully and without remorse



    this is beautiful, Kate
    thank you for the inspiration.

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