about the tree limbs


You talked about the future tree.

Within the blanket of leaves
I may live at at my ease... come the
The autumns I remember being
With you now faded.

But I'm not there yet.

You would not know
This world my love.

The bastards have no concept
Of nature bloomed and
I'm sad to have to tell you
They are as awful as we thought.
I like how I'm left knowing the beauties
Of boughs now.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-19 at 02:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
When boughs are what remain...

Sid Gardner
Green against blue, Glossy leaves that reflect the sun and give shelter from the glare.
Gnarled grey upon grey green, Holds the canopy in place...and allows us to play...with words.

countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the last two lines . . . there is a Zen insight, a kind of wisdom that comes with age and experience. It reminds me of a tanka:

Daisies and iris
Planted with such hope are care
But no flowers bloom
Have I come far enough yet
To see the beauty in leaves?