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| Yew Tree, Dartington Gardens |
Like fat matted
dreadlocks of time tumbling
down the shoulders
of history sat, slunk
into the wet earth
bulbous, serene
twisted fists, ancient rivets
covered
by my warm palms
forearms pulling
the weight
of me
up
boots scuffed, slipping
on the lichen
fingers hooked between
knots of old memories
a
sprawled
pause
as I centre my balance
wind persuading the leaves to pray
singing ambient arias
and I
in abstract awe
as the ballast of my body clings
to a thousand years of nature
sat, slunk
into the wet earth
bulbous, serene
offered as part of One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday
11 comments:
What a wonderful read! And the photo is amazing.
Glad I discovered you today!
this is gorgeous word play, your flow is intense and playful at times...a delight to read cat...
I love your poetry.
This is so good...I love it and the photo. I'm coming back to read again.
strong words here to respectfully pair with your strong picture.. many good lines here..
nicely done!
Strong and forceful write, nice wordplay too.
Great descriptions in the first to lines to hook the reader. The free form and flow fit the journey very well. Always enjoy reading your poetry.
Trees can have very expressive personalities for such alien (to us) life forms. You build great tension here between human enterprise and the endurance that is nature's. Amazing pic, and a fine poem.
Haunting, delicious poem. I love the repetition of "bulbous, serene," and how you play with the physical shape of the lines.
Purely awesome.
Wow, this is wonderful. Love the imagery. So glad I dropped by.
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