Orchard's Metaphysics



I’m a tree
in my orchard of moods
suspended in time
introverted

I’m moved by the gust of wind
calmed
by soundless sound

rooted I taste life
with the language of metaphysics

bark-free naked
with crushed interior
shrouded in the mystery of duration

stained glass of leaves
in the cathedral of roots
moved by touch

of untouchables
among people
in the middle of existence
I’m a tree









Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2023-06-30 at 19:05

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
The language here is fresh and mysterious without ever being vague. So grateful to have read this poem.
2023-07-02


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This lovely and gentle and beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
2023-06-30