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Poem Of The Deciduon
by Chris Sorrenti
When creative
I am like a tree in springtime
buds bursting
sap flowing
to every limb
and twig
When not
I stand seemingly lifeless
at the mercy
of even the mildest storm
branches
a mere skeletal remains
of the glory they were
only days before
sap retreating
to my deepest recesses
Both these things
I can be
while at the same time
evergreen
© 1987
Photo © 2015 by author
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09/30/2015
Posted on 09/30/2015
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/30/15 at 11:07 PM My new favorite! Love that term "deciduon", and the complexities of the human creative ebb and flow described here. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/30/15 at 11:07 PM Also a very beautiful photo, Chris. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 10/02/15 at 02:54 AM we are creatures of cycles; living to die, and dying to live. I know the despair of 'not creating' but also know that momentary low tides will rise again; the leaves will sprout and all will be right. Thank you :) |
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