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| Art Work Courtesy of Jinsky |
The Oak Tree
I searched for arms protective
gallantly, twisted with age,
an old sweet comfort yearned for
to help me whisper goodbye.
The dappled path familiar
I searched for a place
where I once, in secret code
entrusted
gallantly, twisted with age,
an old sweet comfort yearned for
to help me whisper goodbye.
The dappled path familiar
I searched for a place
where I once, in secret code
entrusted
my carved youthful affection.
I searched for meaning
under the once sheltering haven
my hand caressed the life rings.
tragically butchered.
Just like my first love,
FP.
With knees aching I stood,
dangling catkins tickled my face
the ground sprinkled with confetti seeds;
and the promise
of new life.
I searched for meaning
under the once sheltering haven
my hand caressed the life rings.
tragically butchered.
Just like my first love,
FP.
With knees aching I stood,
dangling catkins tickled my face
the ground sprinkled with confetti seeds;
and the promise
of new life.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 2, 2011
This is for "In Tandem #4". This also happened to coincide with "Poetry Jam's" theme this week - poems for those who have passed away from us here on this earth.
17 comments:
Una perfetta armonia di colori!
Have a nice day
Ciao
Matteo
Beautiful poem. xx
Ah! I see you found this without needing my email! LOL. I love the story it called forth from you. Thanks for playing, Margaret.♥
Such a delight and very creative use of the prompt. How many of us can remember such trees and initials and changes.
Mattteo, JuniBears, Ann & Jinksy - Thank you for the kind words. My childhood memories are filled with my childhood "crush". He never thought of me as anything other than a young friend, and maybe that was the charm... :)
i like the feel of life circling, cycling.
i like the ackowledge to new life there in the end...it lightens the piece a bit...
Beautiful poem. It is always so hard to say good-bye.
Lovely poem about death & life.
Sometimes those early crushes are the best - if they're never fulfilled then they're always filled with promise.
This is a lovely -- a fine poem-- and if poetry is new to you, you have a gift for it!
Speculative and emotional piece... I love dappled path.
I like these lines:
"I searched for meaning
under the once sheltering haven
my hand caressed the life rings.
tragically butchered."
Happy sunday ~
"I searched for arms protective
gallantly, twisted with age,
an old sweet comfort yearned for
to help me whisper goodbye."
This makes me think with love of my grandmother.
I agree with Brian about the lovely and almost uplifting ending.
Wonderful tribute -- the power of old trees goes beyond the tree itself.
Lovely smoothly honed poem which turns nicely at the end.
I don't like 'dappled' but that's my own particular foible and is no reflection on its merit in the poem!
Like Jinksy, I enjoyed seeing what story the artwork drew from you. The seed image is redemptive. Around here we call 'em acorns.
'tragically butchered' is capable of a couple of interpretations which makes it most interesting.
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