i chew the leaves of my poem
they fan green and spirited
in the height of their hour
veins visible like these
that inscribe my hand, run
with the life of dreams
that have nowhere to go but
back down to the
branch to the root
you don't see
look:
their asymmetry of being
red oak stained with rain pollen
much like the blemishes on my face
t o r n by time and caterpillars
that become f u l l and
bloom into butterflies
the leaves testify to all the seasons
green ash have weathered the wild
waltz of wind and rain
hungry for the sun
they drink from the clouds
i feel the laugh lines on the maple
and swallow their history -
this one, curled copper
like rusted edges but it's
just the candor of time
grain and weave of memories
cru n ch between my teeth
composition on my tongue
i chew the leaves of my poem
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I really really love this– it makes me think of home, of New York! Thank you for sharing and reminding us all of the beauty in nature, in ourselves. I am going to reblog this! xo RJ
So sweet. I appreciate the reblog. And that’s wonderful it brought up NY – my old stomping grounds. =) I grew up in NYC.
Diana
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The emotion in nature, in ourselves. Such beauty here.
Amazing. Thank-you very much.
You’ve been an amazing reader, David. =)
Reblogged this on mydailywalk and commented:
I love it! exceptionally brilliant .
Aw, thank you!
beautiful, I loved the line the “waltz of wind and rain.”
Thanks for the feedback. =) I appreciate the follow. Welcome!
Diana
I HAD to read your poem and it evoked memories of NYC as we lived there for a few years. I particularly like the lines, ‘green ash have weathered the wild waltz of wind and rain
hungry for the sun they drink from the clouds’. I’m smiling as I write this. Just beautiful!
Interesting! I wonder why it evoked NYC (where I grew up). Though I cAn imagine those types of leaves, from memory. I went to Stuyvesant High School. So sweet of you. Appreciate the feedback, W.
Diana
Well written and this poem does leave a wonderful taste to the mind ..to read and enjoy the words that say so much and are so refreshing, thanks
“a wonderful taste to the mind ..”
Purrrfect. Thank you! =)
I chew leaves, examine my hand, fan green light and spirt, in hour height..
What I am trying to convey is I like the comparison of leaves and hands. That you might consider removing the overt discussion of poetry.
I wouldn’t quite say it is an overt discussion. =) Thanks for the follow. I appreciate the support.
Diana
I am not surprised you have so many likes on this. This is my kind of poem. you are so followed!
Ha ha ha ha. I am so followed. LOL. Look who landed on my radar. Thanks.
just write one myself love to hear what you think
this seems deep…i read it over and over
~Michelle
Thank you for the support and follow. =)
🙂 ive been scouring your writings… you’re one awesome woman
I saw on the stats you were busy here. =) I realize appreciate the gracious word. I look fwd to getting better acquainted when I surface. Thank you.
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Awesome, I'm intrigued by your stuff