white tree grows
from root of my being
white tree
like needles dug deep
in my thorny vein
white tree
at whose base i kneel
and show allegiance
to the moon
white tree
whose bark tumbles forth
as rats grinning with greed
white tree
the placid and dull
don’t know you
too weak and afraid
turn a blind eye
wash your breath
from their tortured flesh
unrepentant to the grave
white tree
you tickle the stars
with your kisses
you echo the music
of the sun
white tree
forced from the mud
you stumble toward heaven
and the billowing heartache
of obscurity
3 comments:
Hi Tim. I really like the repetition of 'white tree' in this. It's a very effective set up for the lines that follow. I enjoyed alot, thanks.
I enjoyed this poem, it has an enchanting quality about it, simply unique indeed.
Leigh - Thank you very much. I intended the "white tree" to be a symbol of the holy. We. as a society, seem to be getting away from the spiritual side of life.
Carla - Thanks so much. I wanted it to be "enchanting", so that was quite the compliment.
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