Patterns of life transmute, remnants from fire lost,
Their endless rows of stretched out boughs
leave plights unknown. Lost foliage,
like old voices drown the rustling and flustering
of many choices...
Tall bone bare trees, their fingers seize
the steel gray skies. Their shadows breathe
the tearful eyes of long ago.
Where are all those who once were close,
the face I know?
I walk alone my head held low.
Unspoken answers penetrate like smoke...
I woke this morning with you in my ear,
So crystal clear your voice, but now so high,
that branches point you out towards the sky,
where once sprung up your root.
Patterns of life transmute, remnants from fire lost,
your ashes blown by wind carried away
what lived in me. But still I am
one branch of many from a larger tree.
Tall stand bare trees now silently in threadbare night.
Yet soon they might share renewed life.
Can you sustain your loss, who are no more?
I am the door through which you scatter leaves.
You came and went before in secrecy.
Stay in the night with me till morning breaks,
when light deceives, but loneliness awakens
all memories.
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2011-01-31 at 15:45
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Lost Relations
Tall windswept trees bear memories.Their endless rows of stretched out boughs
leave plights unknown. Lost foliage,
like old voices drown the rustling and flustering
of many choices...
Tall bone bare trees, their fingers seize
the steel gray skies. Their shadows breathe
the tearful eyes of long ago.
Where are all those who once were close,
the face I know?
I walk alone my head held low.
Unspoken answers penetrate like smoke...
I woke this morning with you in my ear,
So crystal clear your voice, but now so high,
that branches point you out towards the sky,
where once sprung up your root.
Patterns of life transmute, remnants from fire lost,
your ashes blown by wind carried away
what lived in me. But still I am
one branch of many from a larger tree.
Tall stand bare trees now silently in threadbare night.
Yet soon they might share renewed life.
Can you sustain your loss, who are no more?
I am the door through which you scatter leaves.
You came and went before in secrecy.
Stay in the night with me till morning breaks,
when light deceives, but loneliness awakens
all memories.
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
Read 966 times
Written on 2011-01-31 at 15:45
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