"We lived in this field once upon, Virgin branches stretching To the sun Together we twined, The roots of two trees wishing." ... Leslie, you had me hook, line and sinker from the beginning of this poem. Your imagery, my senses and going from entangled to one-ness, grasped me from all different directions. This poem is perfection ... absolute perfection.

Lovely representation of beginnings, throes, and finales. Beautiful cadence.

Quite fantastic! Stanza after stanza moved me. Wonderful use of trees to express this poem.

...leslie, i have to echo all that others had said yet, it's like one hand clapping when i do that, so i gotta add...harrumph, i'm outta words...the cut & paste would work well at this point, but i'd just put the whole poem back AS IS...the tree imagery/characterization has to be Einstein-ian, so atta girl to you for that leap...it stays with itself the whole time, like heide said the throes...yes the throes of LIFE and love and giving annnd all that...well captured, lady...peace, chaz

I love the metaphor of trees as lovers. Many legends have been built on the representation of undying love that continued into nature as trees. Here you do those legends justice. So beautiful Leslie.
~Chelle~

All beginings commence in a 'do' and develops into 're' and so on. But then this LAW of change is always in force, causing gaps and half notes, which can only be filled by human interference/will. But then it depends on how we get into conflict with the happenings, defying the law. In any case, this poem seems to be an excercise, rather a 'writting out', break from yesterday. Yes, creating a new chain of cause and effect.Yes, untangling a chain.

Magnificent...purely magnificent. One of the most moving pieces of romantic poetry I've read in a long time. In hindsight, love how the title sets the stage for this modernday Shakespearean tragedy.

Hi Leslie. Wow, what a strong opening stanza. Great images and ideas throughout. I appreciate the "nod" to Dylan Thomas. This is as lovely as can be. Thanks.

Beautiful poem! Love the flow and rhythm of the words

lulled me to inner peace, i liked the flow, the repetition makes it mantric in a sense, and the end is always such that lovers fiend for one last embrace, and my prior experiences with this feeling came to the surface. You captured it well. Excellent. :)

I adore this, the metaphor of trees is right on, so many times I have seen one tree still clutching in it's grasp a rotting fallen partner and wondered if they feel.......they must.

you make me want to retire from writing all together.

Trees, and slow untangling of roots to grow into the self...and be taller...and find each other....whole in the newness of this event.

Your metaphor is magnetic and entrancing...just brilliant!

I'm not the only one who feels you read my letters to my heart. I woke at 4 AM, a tear in my eye at 5:55, and feeling so barren. That's powerfully carthetic writing there, my love.

Such a wonderful piece of work here, Leslie... so beautiful. It has been too long since I have read and written poetry. Even the first stanza of this piece makes me want to never stop. Well done & congrats on poem of the day.

This one goes into my favorites. Such a beautiful metaphor, and such irresistable imagery.

This is gorgeous, and I can see him there, and you watching him while, in his beauty, he sleeps. I know that feeling. And I know the aching sounds of sleeping alone after...BEAUTIFUL.

I mean "irresistible" not "irresistable". I hate when I make that error.

Congratulations on your POTD! Well deserved, Leslie.

This is both beautiful and quite sad. Congrats on P of the D, my friend!

Congratulations on POTD! Having met you, I know the depth of feeling in your words here.
~Chelle~

PK, so happy to see this one become a potd. Congratulations on a marvelous success.

Yes, the Dylan Thomas echo is very intersting...and the instuction here more "gentle" and yet... a plea against "silence" still... I love this, and especially the last stanza, which I think stands alone as a short poem of terrific power...and explains itself strongly there, without need of any other explanation. That's not to say the rest should not be there... it's a fuller version... but I just love that last as another poem--- enigmatic-- and all alone! Wonderful for POTD.

It is pure joy reading this ode which I find subtle and courageous and accepting and artful and sad and lovely and rendering shapes only the great concentric geometrer rain can make falling in still water.