bare

justamjustam Posts: 21,410
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
dark skies, damp trees
stripped of leaves
without a blanket of snow
naked and wounded
broken knarled fingers, desperately reaching
standing wet, grey and black
against the still dark charcoal sky
distant lightning, thunder and those
close, still. glowing skies
why do the trees seem so sad at these times?
this evening, as the sun was dropping
they seemed vulnerable like a woman in a torn dress
with ripped stockings
having to stand before a crowd
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i could see it clearly and i know the view well..seen it many times as i love nature and being out in her..awesome writing..thank you for sharing it..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Thanks for the encouragement. :)
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  • Bu2Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    I love the analogy you made, and I actually felt like I was standing amidst those trees!
    Feels Good Inc.
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    beautiful. winter for many reasons, is my favourite time of year.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Thanks Bu2 and cate. :)
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