Open Poetry #32 |
Between Gemini and Leo |
Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Between Gemini and Leo When no one listens, I talk to the ancient tree -- prune diseased branches, let water run deeply. Wasted effort. Within days, green leaves are tipped brown, down one branch then another. Beneath constellations, the tree whispers come at night when all trees are black. Then you will understand. I cannot listen. In the morning, I climb withered limbs with shears in hand and whittle away; in my own way, a malignancy. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Very interesting read, indeed. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
There you go again, Corinne, with your tremendous images! Very intriguing writing and so original! ....jo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
interesting write here...I enjoyed the read |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
as always dear friend... well done.. and haunting... hope all is well with you... for it is always a pleasure to see your words here.. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
This is very, very nice. So elegant. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Corinne "I cannot listen. In the morning, I climb withered limbs with shears in hand and whittle away; in my own way, a malignancy." So wonderfully done! |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you all! Corinne |
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