Open Poetry #12 |
The Sturdy Oak |
Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I loved to stand beneath the spreading oak; protected by a canopy of leaves. Its branches strong, just like my loved one's arms. I'd yet to learn the way a look deceives. A strong wind blew, my precious oak came down. I didn't know 'twas hollow at the core and then my love I thought I knew so well, proved as untrue and now loves me no more. The strength of both I thought would ever be. My tree, my love, so empty both within. I stand bereft, my helpless heart exposed. I dare not trust a tree, a love again. Joyce Johnson 03/20/2001 |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
This is really sad, but so well written. I really liked how you were able to compare the two. This is a great write, just sorry you had to go through it. Sauni Sauni :) |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
I missed this somehow when it was first posted. The pace here is so fast! Anyway I'm glad I found it now and really enjoyed the comparison in it. Good poem Joyce. Betty Lou Hebert |
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