'Ever wondered why
Your heartstir wants to cry
No matter what you do
Your soul keeps pulsing through
Those barriers of time
A trip not yours or mine
You pushed the light deep down
Buried without a crown
That glowing warmth refused
Lifes lightening beams bemused
Locked up and fathomed lost
No patterns in the frost
What is it all about
Emotions sunless drought...
4 comments:
bleak picture, dark words,perfectly matched,
my solar plexus lurched.
But... light catches the bareness of the tree, the raw exposed parts... slowly warming, healing.
And her roots are deep, seeking comfort from the earth... nourishing, feeding.
Her branches may seem bare, but life continues there... resting, breathing,
just waiting til that heartstir can laugh & dance again
(sorry that bit just spilled out!)
very powerful & moving
(((x)))
hi taranova:) i'm glad that bit spilled out. this tree reminded me of a soul, not perfect.. yet whole!
some things just want to hide and stay hidden. yet to see the sun they must out.... great poem!
the tree is a perfect image to match your poem Sue...so much bound up and hidden in it's twisted form.
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