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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.
Una perfetta armonia di colori!
ReplyDeleteHave a nice day
Ciao
Matteo
Beautiful poem. xx
ReplyDeleteAh! I see you found this without needing my email! LOL. I love the story it called forth from you. Thanks for playing, Margaret.♥
ReplyDeleteSuch a delight and very creative use of the prompt. How many of us can remember such trees and initials and changes.
ReplyDeleteMattteo, 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... :)
ReplyDeletei like the feel of life circling, cycling.
ReplyDeletei like the ackowledge to new life there in the end...it lightens the piece a bit...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. It is always so hard to say good-bye.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem about death & life.
ReplyDeleteSometimes 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!
ReplyDeleteSpeculative and emotional piece... I love dappled path.
ReplyDeleteI like these lines:
ReplyDelete"I searched for meaning
under the once sheltering haven
my hand caressed the life rings.
tragically butchered."
Happy sunday ~
"I searched for arms protective
ReplyDeletegallantly, 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.
ReplyDeleteLovely smoothly honed poem which turns nicely at the end.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDelete'tragically butchered' is capable of a couple of interpretations which makes it most interesting.
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