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The Quiet Corner of Circumstance
by Julie AdamsWeeping willow
cry over me--
a lowly weed
in your towering shade
drown my infested pain
in your lush embrace
feed my desire
under your filtered light
tickle my stem
with your rooted fingers
and in return,
in return,
in contrast
my polluted presence
will fuel the splendor
of your speckled trunk
and tender trestles
my pungent defiance
will twitch in the eye
of the gardener, who's
long forgotten that
Eve took the blame
for us all.
10/10/2001 Posted on 10/10/2001
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 05/17/07 at 01:39 PM Beautiful. Nearly perfect flow, and I think the transition from the 2nd to the 3rd stanza could be improved, thus making the flow flawless ;)- |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/26/08 at 10:48 AM Hey Julie, congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/26/08 at 03:16 PM Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 07/26/08 at 09:09 PM Lovely to find this POTD. Congrats, Julie! |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 07/26/08 at 11:10 PM This is brilliant! Excellent imagery, Julie. Thank you for sharing this piece. -Kat |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/31/08 at 05:55 PM ... quite exceptional.... I love your work! |
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