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Tree
by Glenn CurrierThrough the admiralty window
I admired the massive armada.
Anchored all winter
in irregular lines,
the waves of wind
barely bobbed fingery masts.
But now the fo'c'sle
teems with spring,
charged, primed, and keen
for the voyages of summer.
Deep growth of dormancy
concedes to the pulse and pound
of April winds.
Greening sails unfurl
and the armada waves goodbye
to the winter it lingered
beyond my window.
04/01/2003 Posted on 04/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 04/02/03 at 09:18 PM Excellent metaphor and imagery here Glenn. I felt as if I had witnessed the armada changing form right in front of my eyes. And right on time for the season. Very well done! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/03/03 at 04:02 AM I agree with Dave "very well done".....Charlie |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/04/03 at 05:13 PM Trees Ahoy! there matey. Can't wait to see those green sails again. Highly innovative and imaginative writing Glenn. |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 04/04/03 at 09:50 PM Great poem, Glenn. Makes me think of Joyce Kilmer's poem as well...Jack:) |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 04/06/03 at 03:56 AM you make me want to come over to your house and drink tea and talk about canadian literature or something. my god. What am I going to do with this beauty? All I think about is dying, and your poems live and love and live... |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 04/10/03 at 05:07 AM A very well deserved poem to make it to the topmost of the Most creative and Best Overall listings.Congrats Glenn.Keep up the wonderful work and keep us going. |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/10/03 at 09:51 AM This was great Glenn.... almost felt like the tree was sailing away at the end. Terrific imagery! |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 05/07/03 at 06:28 AM The flow and imagery of this poem is outstanding! Great job |
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