I am the Tai Chi of trees

I am the Tai Chi of trees
in the stray light of evening.
When the tidal wave
caught me in the bathhouse
I was taken by surprise
and fought for air,
dragged by the currents
from one end of the pool
to the other.

I am the Tai Chi of trees
in the stray light of evening.
When I went out on the balcony
I found two exotic birds
perched on the railing,
with feathers rich in colour.
I carried them inside.

I am the Tai Chi of trees
in the stray light of evening.
I dreamt I fell asleep
in an old hotel
and dreamed a dream
where I travelled through
a spectacular land.
I climbed a mountain
where I met her
who said I would get a son.
Then I woke up
twice.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-05-01 at 02:18

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful Bob, so much imagery and symbolism in this poem

Elle x
2007-05-01



You are a crazy man Bob! I love your work, it ties my mind in knots!lol Tai Chi is about balance of energy and health, so i guess your tree will grow on and on, upwards of course. How you manage to produce these amaze metaphors, is beyond my power of conception. Great work. Smiling at you, stretching....Tai
2007-05-01