You found my blowing yes
inside your knotty hollow,
bark, baring deeper, planted gift;
love left loose
to nested circle, opened slowly.
Roll inside my shimmered hands,
climbing cradled cup,
rock, like eyes of feathered freedom,
where just last summer
another bird escaped to early wing;
the softest rhythm dripping weather,
she did sing when autumn raked in work, and wonder.
Her words were rippled, printed skin,
west wind in quest of summer alibis,
on late blue nights when leaves were melting.
I do run,
still, for you to stop
and hug my burly beast of waning wisdom;
soul, so grounded,
when sap falls south
through dryer mouth of carpet's fantasy;
root and membrane,
searching meadow for next years foliage.
In a list
A contest entry
- "Tree Poetry" by Victory Gin.
1050 points, ended November 26, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I think, Rich, the trees grow green with envy just so they can sigh through the whispers of your poetry.
Sensual meldings and molting of season....maybe that of people and love, too, as they slip through the softer grasp of summer into the wilder warnings of fall.... and I do remember the fall into "rippled words of summer alibis on late blue nights when leaves were melting." Such sweet promises.
The echoing laughter of leaves to toes in a crackling carpet yet give way to the heart's pulse to wings and warmer things. Yes.
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Oh My~
Beautifully spoken my Friend and words tug at the Heart~ this line:
soul, so grounded,
Powerful~
grabs hard~ Excellently voiced
Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Keep that quill dancing Rich~
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet One
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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This was beautiful. I love how delicate and seamless the flow was. I particularly liked the final stanzas. Thank you for entering.
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wonderful personification, such a beautiful poem & perspective, Rich...
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lovely work!
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"I do run,
still, for you to stop
and hug my burly beast of waning wisdom"
That is so beautiful; as is this entire poem, Rich...from the crown of leaves to the deepest roots...i wish you new leaves, my dear friend
~ Nicolette
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Incredible presentation... The photo work is superb!
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