Roots & Blues


I went out into the forest today
And I imagined every tree was you.
You were all around me, breathing, alive;
Dancing and swaying to the music of the wind.
I ran my fingers down mossy branches and
Felt your soft hands in mine. I could not let go.
I sat in the shade of you and cried for so long.
I came to a clearing where I found many stumps
Reminding me you were taken, sadly severed...
I'll always feel your arms around me, rooted forever.



Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-04-04 at 09:50

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Amanda K
you compared arms to tree's branches and i loved that metaphore. it did suit. a very good poem.
2007-04-07


salem
lovely text
melts the sense in its words
2007-04-05


nature
i think its beautifull
and well written
2007-04-04


Individuality
very prose-like, made me think of the vignette i think it is called. a snippet of a story :)
2007-04-04