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Triste
by Julie Adams
tree of tears
your sap leaves me gasping for words
your leaves ruffled,
mumbling amongst themselves
limbs reach to hug the bleeding bark
experiences fossilize in the circles of your trunk
go, tell stories to the birds,
sunlight will dance
between your leaves
once again,
lush you will ever grow
aside the waters of love
10/19/2002 Author's Note: this was a journal entry, but I have edited/molded it into the mirage of a poem
Posted on 10/19/2002
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/20/02 at 04:57 AM Oh Gees, Jewels! This is gorgeous. The description is alive and green. The words dance, draping themselves, leaves tickling, over me. What you have done with a journal. From my own journal springs some of my favorite poems, and a few that are just fun. Good work, my dear. Keep on jeweling! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/20/02 at 07:56 PM Wonderful interpolation jewels. Great opening stanza. Your metaphoric spirit moving uninhibited through every line. Bravo! p |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 10/23/02 at 08:57 PM I simply adore this poem, it flows beautiful an it is so insignful. Every element you used was briliiant |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 10/24/02 at 01:11 AM ah yes that botanical haziness of desire...I know it well. and your words are so delicious. |
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