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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.

