I didn't want to be here
where the shade is deep
and the sun is rare
an unplanned spree
brought me to this site
where I didn't want to be
breezes fail in freshness
nights fill with metal noise
silence is my dream of bliss
nearby hills hold my kin
cedars, pine and royal firs
but here I am in town
where her backyard
dwindles down and
where my taproot sank
Totally Optional Prompt: So, that's your prompt this week: be someone or something else. Write a poem in the voice of whomever or whatever you'd like. Here's your chance to shed your own skin and be someone or something else.
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I like the visual too.
pictures stare, curves are drawn
I really like this! Wonderful tale and a good lesson in grow where you are planted. The art is lovely too.
You never know where the wind will take you! I like the longing in here and the acceptance.
Your poetry just keeps getting better and better!
Also, thanks for visiting my craft blog! I agree that bookstores are the best!
Lovely poem. The lines are simply done but the isolation and longing are so evocative. I especially liked the last line - the 'taproot' seems synonymous with the heart - the heart of the tree - and the word 'sank' seems to take on a double meaning here. At least to me anyway.
You did a great job with this Sue, wonderful! I was drawn into each line as I read.
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Beautiful.
I'm late getting round this week - had some tech problems.
great response to TOP... is this a particular form of poetry>..
and it will be swaying no matter what the direction of the wind will be at
Love the colorful image, and words! Well done!
Hugs Giggles
Wonderful response to the prompt and BEAUTIFUL visual ;--)
Hugs and blessings,
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